Chapter 182
In an enormous, dimly lit hall, cloaked in silence and mourning, dozens of figures dressed in black stood solemnly. The air was heavy as the High Priest recited solemn rites—words of honor, grief, and reverence for the fallen heroes. His voice echoed through the chamber, highlighting one undeniable truth: it was because of these brave souls that Serenaya still stood.
At the front of the hall were rows upon rows of transparent glass caskets, each containing the lifeless body of a warrior who had given everything. Before them stood several individuals—leaders draped in black, their auras calm yet commanding, a silent testament to their strength.
Aiden leaned closer to Ronan and whispered, "Do you think Han will come today?"
Ronan remained quiet for a few seconds, then let out a soft sigh and shook his head. "I have no idea."
