Chapter 175: A Nuisance Who Will Steal The Queen From Zorathys
Ignivar did not move immediately after Zorathys finished speaking.
He stood there in the suffocating darkness of the King's chamber, shoulders squared, hands clasped behind his back in a posture that suggested calm but concealed a great deal of internal screaming.
Shock came first.
It was not the kind that made one gasp or step back. It was quieter than that—an inward pause, a moment where his thoughts stumbled as they tried to process the words Zorathys had just told him and file them under something reasonable.
They failed.
Then came the second emotion, creeping in behind the first like an old acquaintance.
Resignation.
Because as absurd as it was, Ignivar could not say he was truly surprised. This was Zorathys, after all. Demon King. Lord of shadows.
Still.
Aziren?
