Chapter 552: Bloody Judgment

The grand double doors of the Griffin Castle’s main hall swung inward, groaning like a beast in its death throes. The sound echoed through the cavernous space, a prelude to the silence that followed. Malachi and Autumn stepped over the threshold, their figures silhouetted against the dying light and the chaos they had left in their wake. Inside, the scene was one of desperate, opulent defiance. Crystal chandeliers, each the size of a small carriage, cast a brilliant, almost hysterical light...