Chapter 84 – Bloodlines and Betrayals
The walls of the underground council chamber were lined with flickering torches, their light casting ominous shadows across the stone. Seraphina stood in the center of the circle, bloodied but unbowed, her silver eyes burning with fire. Her clothes were torn, a symbol of both war and survival, her hair falling like a curtain of flames behind her back. Her breaths were ragged, but her spirit was unbreakable.
All around her were council elders—both friends and foes—those who had survived the recent purging and those hiding behind politics and lies. She didn’t flinch as they whispered, nor did she waver when a few growled under their breath. She had faced worse. She had survived worse.
Lucien stood by her side, one hand bruised from the last fight, the
