Chapter 110

As the sun began to rise over the city of Kingstonville, the bustling sounds of daily life could be heard throughout the streets. People were already up and about, going about their daily routines and tasks.

However, in the chambers of Prince Cyrus, there was still a thick silence. The prince was fast asleep, his body heavy with exhaustion after the recent battle with the people of the Twilight pack. But even in his sleep, his mind was not at rest.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, Prince Cyrus began to stir. But instead of the usual grogginess of waking up, he felt a strange presence in his mind. It was a voice that he had never heard before, yet it felt familiar somehow.

The voice spoke to him of defeat and loss, of the pain and suffering that he had inflicted upon others. It reminded him of the lives he had taken, the families he had destroyed, and the chaos he had sowed.

At first, Prince Cyrus tried to push the voice away, to ignore it and return to his slumber.