Chapter 230 – Rocky Mountain
"How daring of him." A voice, filled with a distinct note of amusement, reverberated through a chamber.
It was a chamber of inexplicable beauty. The walls were painted in an intense purple, sizzling faintly as if veins of lightning were coursing through them.
The ground was strange, unnatural. It was solid, but not because it was made of rock, or metal, or any other known natural solid material of the universe.
It was made of solidified purple lightning, fused together in such a way that they formed a brilliant tapestry, where each step crackled, burned your feet, make you curse the world.
At the far end of this unique room, there was a bed, equally forged from lightning, where a stunning woman sat at its edge.
Her slender right hand was holding a letter.
"Do you want to know what your lover asked me to do?" Mayari asked, shaking the letter slightly, as if not believing the words written on it.
