CHAPTER TWELVE
Omnipotent POV
The chamber was dim, lit only by the faint flicker of candlelight dancing against the stone walls.
The king sat on a velvet couch, a glass of deep red wine resting lazily in his hand. His long robe hung loosely over his frame, exposing a hint of his chest. Despite the lines of age etched faintly on his face, he remained striking—an older reflection of Evan.
Silence filled the room, heavy but not uncomfortable.
A young servant approached quietly, refilled his glass, and retreated without a word.
Moments later—
A soft knock echoed.
“Enter.”
The door creaked open.
A man stepped in, dressed in an ancient white robe, a jade fan resting between his fingers. His long white hair flowed down his back, and his face—flawless, almost unreal—carried an ethereal c
