Chapter 299: The Kingdom Fell, and the Rivers and Mountains Shattered!

Blood streamed from the gash at his waist, soaking his clothes a deep, ugly red. Dante Easton lifted his head. Ahead stood a woman in crimson, barefoot atop a snapped beam, a slender sword resting in her hand. Fine snow drifted down in the gray light before dawn. She was breathtaking in a way that made the heart seize, and just as deadly, a pressure that stole the air from a man's lungs. The flute had fallen silent. The dance had ended. Spring House's upper pavilion had already collapsed into...