Chapter 486 – Forgotten Lord [Part 1]
No broadcast. No explosion. Just a silent, aching pulse of old Greed magic—like a thread tugged through time.
Far beneath the Infernal Layers. Beneath even the trade rings and soul-bonded vaults. Past the Nexus Prime where modern Hell shimmered like molten neon glass and contract-encoded skyscrapers towered into anti-light. Past the economy that Lux Vaelthorn rebuilt with black ink, smirks, and sin.
All the way down—
To stone.
To rot.
To dust older than language.
To the first vault.
Not a financial tower.
A tomb.
Stone bricks carved from the corpse of the first Mammon. Vault doors made from petrified Greed Essence, flaked and sealed with sigils abandoned by modern spellweavers because they burned too bright, too hungry. A place forgotten—because the ones who remembered were too scared to ever say its name again.
And inside—
"Lux Vaelthorn…"
A whisper, like rust over bone.
"It's all because of you…"
