Chapter 71

The clouds dim the sky over the Capital as a storm brews within its depths. A lonely deity watches over with a frown, sensing an evil bone growing on the chosen one, a likely but unideal progression for a human with a tragic fate. She hides behind the heavy clouds, silently disapproving of her blessed’s malign conduct in the mortal realm.

‘She is going down a dark path…’ she thought.

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It was a day for atonement.

Akira’s will was forcefully imposed on the rebels’ army, and they had no choice but to kneel. Their knees fell to the ground as if gravity pulled them down, and a few cracked bones were heard as they dropped. The Queen’s stone-cold gaze looked over them, not an ounce of pity in her heart.

However, her eyes narrowed on the only man standing in the middle of soldiers; men, vampires, trolls, on their knees and their heads down, almost submitting to her. Soren’s head was down, but that was all. He resisted Priscilla’s curse and remained the only man standing. It took almost every