Chapter 233: The Devoured Dawn

Alberto wiped the dust from his face, his pulse pounding like war drums. He could still hear it—IN'THERAK's laughter. It lingered in the air, a wound that refused to close. His hands trembled, blood slick between his fingers, and he forced himself to focus—on anything but the devastation that surrounded him.

Circe was muttering to herself, her hands stained crimson. Around them, the survivors—what few remained—were huddled together, too stunned to do anything but stare at the ruined landscape. Broken bodies littered the ground, and the air stank of charred flesh and molten stone.

A new notification seared

> DIVINE INTERVENTION DETECTED

ENTITY: LESSER GOD OF STRIFE & DOMINION

MESSAGE: "YOU OWE ME A FAVOR, MORTAL."

Alberto scoffed, wiping blood from his lip. "Stop your fucking bullshit! I want to know how he got free. It was impossible to break his seal without the key—right?"