The room was suddenly too quiet.
The air thick and heavy with the weight of what had been revealed.
The faint hum of the crystal orb had faded, leaving only the oppressive silence and the lingering scent of sweat and sex.
Lor sat back in his chair, the orb still glowing faintly pink in his hand, its light casting soft shadows across the walls.
For the first time in what felt like hours, his cock softened, the raw hunger that had driven him moments ago sinking under the gravity of Silvia's confession.
He wasn't even ashamed of it—his body was too heavy, his mind too tangled with the echoes of her words.
Kiara's mother burned alive.
Silvia kneeling here, naked and trembling, her voice breaking as she confessed the truth.
The sacrifices, the fire, the hatred carved into a little girl's heart.
Lor had known Kiara's mother was dead.
But hearing it now, through Silvia's raw, tear-soaked words, hit differently.
It wasn't just history.
