Previous chapter:
Chapter 86: I’m Coming
Next chapter:
Chapter 88: Dye It.
PREVIEW
... s the mantra of monarchs, whispered between bloodied thrones and silent wars. In the Empire, they sang it with reverence, carved it into marble, etched it into swords gifted to children too young to understand their weight.
But true sacrifice was not dying for one’s people.
It was living for them.
Living with the shame. The burden. The decisions that stained the soul beyond redemption.
Only those whose hearts were vast as the holy mountain—so vast they could cradl ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE