Chapter 69: The Awakening of the Queen
Cold. It was always so agonizingly cold.
The freezing bite of the enchanted iron dug into her wrists and ankles. She could feel the pulse of the anti-magic runes pushing the heat out of her blood.
"Filth," a voice echoed in the absolute dark. It was Lord Therion. His tone dripped with pure, aristocratic disgust. "You exist only to fuel your betters. A parasite born from a whore."
She tried to scream, but her throat was completely raw. The heavy, suffocating pressure of the extraction needles pierced her chest. They were pulling the dormant, demonic energy right out of her core. It was a slow, endless vivisection of her soul.
She was a mistake. An abomination. A secret meant to be buried and drained until there was nothing left but dust.
Then, the darkness violently shattered.
A terrifying, explosive force rocked the frozen cell. The suffocating anti-magic glow died instantly. Strong, impossibly warm arms caught her as she fell.
