Chapter 139: The Zenith Panic
The Grand Hall of the Zenith Academy was freezing.
It was the exact same chamber where my brother, Valerius Thorne, had been humiliated. Now, I sat alone on the elevated obsidian throne.
I, Seraphina Thorne, was the last surviving heir of our bloodline.
The massive chamber was not empty. The true elites of the Monster Continent stood in the shadows, waiting for the scout's report. They were arrogant, terrifying, and impatient.
A sudden tear in the spatial magic above the hall tore open.
FWOOSH.
A massive Shadow Fiend fell out of the portal. It crashed violently onto the polished marble floor.
THUD.
The spy did not immediately stand up. It curled into a tight ball, wrapping its leathery wings around its head. It was violently shaking.
I leaned forward on the throne. My aristocratic patience was entirely gone.
"Report," I commanded. "Did you breach the Ashfall Marches? Did you see the Goblin's army?"
