Vincent/Vaelthor/Star~
The throne room, once a cacophony of mocking laughter, plunged into a stunned silence that felt heavier than the chains still binding my wrists. I could feel the shift in the air, a palpable tension that prickled my skin like static before a lightning strike. Krelth's face, usually etched with that smug, tyrannical sneer, drained of color, his crimson eyes widening to the size of saucers as he stared at the two figures who had materialized from the blinding light and enveloping darkness. Beside him, Xyra clutched his arm, her claws digging into his flesh, her painted lips parted in a gasp that revealed her jagged fangs. The demons around us—hundreds of them, from hulking brutes to sly imps—froze in place, their jeers dying on their tongues like forgotten echoes.
