The foundation of the Obsidian Court did not merely shake; it violently ruptured.

Rhydian Thorne was still sitting on the edge of the velvet bed in the healing ward, his arms wrapped securely around a feigning Seraphina Croft, when the first explosion tore through the outer courtyard. The sound was

The subterranean corridor was thick with the stench of frozen blood and the metallic tang of shattered magic.

Rhydian Thorne, the Dragon King of the Obsidian Court, stood utterly paralyzed. The arrogant posture that had defined him for years had collapsed, leaving him looking like a hollowed-out s

The activation of the Severance Edict was not a quiet, bureaucratic severing of ties. It was a physical, violent exorcism of the soul.

The moment Kaelia spoke the final words of rejection, a blinding flash of crimson and gold magic erupted between them. Rhydian didn’t even have time to touch her b