Chapter 184: What the Ritual Asked
Black Moon Lord Manor,
Inner chamber,
Torug's POV,
I was still turning over the grim logistics of the coming march when a sudden, red system prompt violently fractured the air before my eyes. The text hit with a spiritual weight so jarring that my boots faltered, forcing me to sink heavily onto a log bench before I could trust my own sight.
[Ding!]
[Salza Sewell has requested of the world, to name your Oathbound her eternal liege]
[Do you accept?]
Oh? My jaw tightened behind my tusks. I allow it.
The exact millisecond the thought settled into my consciousness, a profound, thunderous toll echoed through the marrow of my bones.
It sounded like the deep, deafening clang of monumental iron chain-locks crashing shut—layered, heavy, and primordial.
It felt as though an ancient titan had just answered a riddle it had been waiting ten winters to be asked.
Then, without any physical warning, my senses warped.
