Chapter 245

Briscoe’s face turned ghostly pale as he faced Alexander, his will to fight completely shattered, The War Temple Lord……. That title, that rank, loomed over him like an insurmountable peak, shaking him to his core. Forget Briscoe. Not even 10 or 100 like him could have made a ripple in front of the formidable War Temple Lord. “Miss Chesire is…” Briscoe started, his voice laced with despair so profound that it seemed to carve into his soul. “My men took her out to sea on a...