Chapter 91 The Executioner's Return
Deep within the subterranean levels of the Imperial Palace, the cavern of the magma lake was deathly quiet. Mr. Chanakya stood exactly where Karn had left him a day prior, his hands resting patiently on the head of his wooden staff. To the elderly strategist, only twenty-four hours had passed. He had spent the time coordinating his spy network, tracking the movements of the treacherous Raktaksha God Family, and ensuring the Emperor's orbital shields remained stable.
But Chanakya knew that within the Crucible of the Ancients, an entire month had elapsed.
Suddenly, the bubbling magma lake below began to violently churn. The ambient temperature in the cavern skyrocketed, not from the lava, but from a terrifying, oppressive spiritual pressure leaking through the spatial boundary.
The colossal, bone-carved gates groaned. The screaming faces of the ancient demons etched into the petrified wood seemed to writhe in terror.
"BOOM!"
