Chapter 74
The word hung in the vast, frigid chamber, echoing off the obsidian pillars with chilling significance.
Sons.
Ghaya’s command, “Kill them all, my sons,” was like dropping a pebble into a still, dark lake, and the ripples quickly turned into a tidal wave of confusion and dissent. Arlo, who had been silent this entire time, was ready to move with tense, nervous energy, but froze. His whole life, he had seen himself as the one. The son. The chosen one. He looked from the snarling, spellbound Phineas to the commanding woman on the throne, and for the first time, a seed of doubt took root in the carefully cultivated soil of his devotion.
Phineas, however, felt no hesitation. The spell woven into the very fabric of his being was absolute. With a deafening roar that sounded more be
