THEO WAS DRESSED in a royal black suit but bound in celestial iron, stands in the center of the Grand Hall of Judgment, which has a high domed ceiling, pillars laced with starlight magic, and with the crowd watching. The throne behind him was empty, and the council, like gods, loomed above him, unyielding and cold.
From the other side of the hall, Theo saw Artemis, draped in her crimson robe. And he noticed the presence of two people familiar with him.
Ezequiel and Aella.
He couldn’t see his two friends, but he knew they were inside the hall. He had told them not to come, but they still came, with an unannounced presence. It means that they were here just to make sure he was safe and not executed.
“A monster won’t rule.”
The world fell like blades from Council Ravin’s mouth.
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