C105 THE FIRST WARNING OF THE THRONE

The Throne didn’t simply tremble.

It bowed.

For the first time in millennia, its brightness dimmed—just slightly—like a god inhaling deeply in disbelief.

Elara felt Damon’s arm tighten around her waist, steady but burning with fresh, scary power. The flames surrounding him whirled like galaxies collapsing and rebirthing in seconds. The heat pouring off him didn’t hurt her—if anything