Chapter 254: The World He Fought For

The air atop the ancient lunar altar was thick enough to choke on, saturated with the coppery tang of blood and the humming pressure of a ritual reaching its zenith. High above, the Blood Moon pulsed like a monstrous, beating heart, casting the world in a ghastly crimson light. It was a stage set for the end of an era, and in its center, the sacrifice was bound. Asher was chained to the monolithic stone slab by tendrils of solidified blood magic. They writhed over her limbs, pulsing in time...