Kaiden sat upon the throne of bone. The seat was cold at first touch, but warmth crept up through the veins of red that pulsed through it.
Nyx sat perched on the armrest beside him. One of her hands lovingly combed through his dark hair, fingers trailing through the strands as he unfolded the letter once more. Her touch kept him anchored while he read.
The parchment was smooth, yet the handwriting trembled, like it had been written with fear shadowing every stroke.
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Dear Nyx,
I might have some information that will lead to the downfall of Maximilian Vice. Please read this carefully.
I've been following the news about Maximilian and the other ChronosX leaders, namely: Elise Dupré, Anton Krieger, Harold Veyne, and Lionel Hawke.
