Casimir’s POV
After the Gods Descended to the Veil
It’s been weeks. Virelya hasn’t returned.
Her only task—destroy the Silvers sealed within the Argentum Vault. Simple. And yet, nothing. No word. No trace. Maybe she was captured. Maybe she’s dead.
She should be dead.
A woman like her—drunk on lust and delusions of power. Disgusting. She’s old now.
Human.
Foolish.
Weak.
But I couldn’t kill her. Not yet. Not until the vault lay empty.
For years, I wore the mask—lay with her, touched her, held her close. Her withered skin. Her breath on mine. I played along while bile burned beneath my smile.
The worst part? Having a daughter with her. That… thing. It disgusts me to my core.
But now, time’s run dry.
I turn toward the castle. My steps are slow, deliberate, laced with the heat of g
