Chapter 389 – Nytherion Il'Varethos
Rue observed with eeriness the thread pointing at him, threatening to snuff out the life he had so painstakingly made sure no one would ever take from him.
He had created countless plans and countless contingencies to avoid the exact situation he now found himself in, and yet in that moment none of those bloody preparations yielded any results.
He would have cursed the Moon for this misfortune, if his celestial heart were not already threatening to burst out of his throat at the sight of this simple red-black thread — an inch from his forehead — crafted by a being he had never even heard of…and capable of killing him.
A True Death. One where reincarnation would be nothing but a cheap dream.
He was not the only one whose fear pulsed through his blood like vociferous poison.
