Chapter 503 – Power Over Blood
Lux could taste the static.
The King finally looked up. His eyes… weren't eyes. They were contracts. Old ones. Ones that bled fine print and burned if you stared too long.
Lux didn't blink.
"Say it," Kaelmor said, almost tender. "Say the thing that's about to ruin my week."
Lux stepped forward. "Zoltarin."
Kaelmor froze mid-spin of his pen. His smile remained. But the energy in the room shifted. Sharpened.
"What about my dearly incarcerated ex-greed prince?"
"The seal," Lux said, voice level. "It's not a prison."
Kaelmor didn't respond.
Lux kept going. "It's a protection."
He watched the smile flicker. Just for a breath.
"The seals made by the Sin Lords. But the Greed ones were made by my grandpa."
Kaelmor still said nothing.
"And they haven't been checked in centuries."
Silence.
Lux stepped closer. "They've been weakening for decades. Zoltarin isn't contained. He's being preserved. Hidden. Like some stupid royal stockpile."
