Chapter 554: The Belated Truth

The Cyrus family estate was unnervingly silent. The oppressive tension that had hung in the air for weeks had vanished, replaced by a stillness that was both a relief and a burden. It was the quiet of absolute submission, the silence of a kingdom that had accepted its new king. Malachi Cyrus walked through the long, ornate corridors alone. His footsteps, usually so quiet they were non-existent, echoed softly on the polished marble floors. He had shed the blood-soaked attire of the Blood Wolf,...