Chapter 1224 – The Fall of Wrath
For several seconds, Lux couldn't speak.
The Lord of Wrath was supposed to be commanding his armies on the front lines. His territory had suffered tremendous losses, certainly, but Varakan himself was a different matter. He was one of the Seven Lords of Sin, an ancient demon whose authority could reduce entire battlefields to burning wastelands.
And now?
He was hanging from a pillar like some unfortunate criminal awaiting public execution.
Lux's eyes narrowed.
'That's not good…' Actually, that was an understatement. That was the sort of development that made financial catastrophes look like minor accounting errors.
Kaelmor sat comfortably upon his throne, dressed in immaculate royal attire. A crown rested upon his head, and his smile was so cheerful that anyone unfamiliar with him might mistake the occasion for a royal celebration.
