Chapter 278
As the ashes of the serpent drifted around him, Oliver stood motionless, [Neglegentis] still clutched tightly in his hand.
His grip on the weapon was unyielding, knuckles white against the dark hilt.
Thenâ
He smiled.
A small, unnatural curve of his lips.
It lacked warmth.
It lacked joy.
It lacked humanity.
It was wrong.
Sera's stomach churned violently, a twisting sickness unfurling in her gut.
His eyesâ
No longer sharp, no longer calculatingâ
But something else entirely.
An eerie gleam.
Something dark.
Something that should not be.
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