Chapter 737 – My Son Almost Died
The lift descended with a deep metallic hum, gold runes sliding down the walls like stock charts crashing in slow motion. The air changed the deeper they went. Above, the Greed Tower smelled like polished marble, infernal espresso, ozone from projection sigils, and ambition. Down here?
Dust.
Old magic.
Metal that remembered war.
Zavros did not reply.
He stood behind Lux inside the descending chamber, hands clasped behind his back, posture straight like the King of Greed he was supposed to be. But his mind was anything but straight.
It was chaos.
His only son had just calmly outlined an economic apocalypse contingency plan based on his own assassination. Like he was hedging a portfolio. Like he was calculating interest rates. Like death was a quarterly variable.
Zavros watched the back of Lux's head. Perfectly styled hair. Suit still crisp despite being almost vaporized hours ago. Tie adjusted. Cufflinks aligned.
How is he walking like this?
