Veyron Vast stone walls enclosed the throne room, amplifying every breath. High ceilings disappeared into shadows. A massive tapestry hung behind the throne, depicting a wolf under a blood-red moon. Its eyes, glowing like embers, tracked every movement with chilling precision.Guards in polished black armor stood at rigid attention. Their faces were impassive, but their eyes betrayed unease. At the foot of the raised dais, disheveled captives knelt, their heads bowed low. Their clothing was torn, stained with the gore of battle. Chains hung from their wrists.The doors groaned open, reverberating through the chamber. The captives flinched, gazes dropping lower, some squeezing their eyes shut in a futile attempt to make themselves invisible.Veyron entered, dark titanium hair framing the jagged scar that carved across his brow, nose, and jawline. The cloak over his brawny shoulders swayed, whispering like shadows come to life. The scent of leather, iron, and blood carried the reminder
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