Chapter 215: Dawn of the Healer

The air in the subterranean chamber was thick with the stench of corruption and stolen life. Red glyphs pulsed on the stone floor, a vast, malignant heart pumping tainted energy into the man who called himself the Usurp King. He stood in the center of it all, his body warped by the raw power, his eyes burning with insane triumph. "You see, Peter?" he rasped, his voice a discordant chorus of stolen souls. "This is true power! The power of a god! The Zorn bloodline was meant for this, not for...