A Deal With Raphael

Chapter 77: A Deal with Raphael

The Obsidian Spire rose in the distance, faintly seen through the morning mist.

Lirian adjusted the hood of her cloak, her eyebrows were lifted up, as she approached the fortress gates. 

The guards tensed at her presence, but she strode past them without so much as a glance.

Raphael awaited her in his private chambers. 

His power was undeniable, his influence rivaled only by Meylo's ambitions. 

But Lirian was no longer the trembling girl who had once stood beneath his judgment. 

Today, she came armed with secrets—and a plan.

Raphael rose from his chair when entered. 

Piercing her with his blue eyes. 

"Lady Lirian," he greeted in a smooth velvet voice. 

"What an unexpected surprise. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?"

Lirian swept into the room.

She pulled back her hood, letting her dark hair tumble over her shoulders.