Chapter 97: Prince of Lords
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In the dark recesses of the Spade Horus, a place long forgotten and buried deep within the shadows, two figures sat in a dimly lit chamber. The air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin and made it hard to breathe. The ancient walls, covered in layers of dust and grime, had witnessed countless secrets and betrayals, and today would be no different.
"So you planned an attack on Ruthar Darkdawn?" Rova's voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusatory. He stood at the edge of the round table, his eyes fixed on the first son, Taru, who sat with an air of nonchalance.
"Yes," Taru replied, his tone devoid of any remorse. "I saw him as a threat."
Rova's eyes narrowed, a flicker of frustration crossing his face. "That's none of my concern," he said coldly, "but you're wasting your time and resources. Ruthar won't die. He'll only grow stronger, as he always has."
