Chapter 170: The Shadow on the Throne

The laughter slithered through the throne room, curling around the stone pillars like an invisible serpent. It wasn't just one voice—it was many, layered on top of each other, rising and falling in unnatural harmony.

The torches dimmed, their light burning lower, stretching shadows across the floor.

Varcen—or what remained of him—stood in the center of it all, his eyes dark as the void, his shadow stretching impossibly far behind him, writhing and shifting like a thing alive.

Damien didn't move.

Didn't breathe.

Because in that moment, he understood—

The enemy wasn't coming. It was already here.

It had always been here.

Varcen's lips curled into something that might have been a smile, but it wasn't his.

His voice, when he spoke, was not his own.

"You have come far, Lord Protector."

The air in the throne room thickened, pressing against their skin, against their chests.