CHAPTER 913
Within a mansion situated upon elevated terrain, a grand hall spanned the interior, designed with enough space to accommodate two hundred people comfortably.
Two thrones dominated the far end of the chamber—one significantly taller than its companion.
Upon the higher throne, a bulky man stood with a calm, yet twisted and sinister expression.
His face was a ruin of scorched flesh, appearing as though he had plunged his visage directly into a raging inferno.
This disfigurement forced him to wear a mask, shielding the gruesome sight from view.
Beside him, a woman sat with a triumphant grin.
She possessed slick, beautiful black hair and piercing green eyes, her robust figure accentuated by a notably large bust.
Her cheeks were slightly puffed, adding to an appearance that was, by all accounts, incredibly beautiful.
A few dozen men occupied the room, while many more stood guard outside the perimeter.
