Ch. 128: The Black Amber Gambit
I had little faith that Arman could survive against both the sorcerer and the masked man. If Poseidon was here, this must have been the black amber's origin, the catalyst for all the calamities yet to come. Stopping them now could alter everything. But the cost? The future itself trembled on this moment.
How had Poseidon slipped into the underworld? It didn't take long for me to figure it out— the traitor within my ranks. The one who Arman had spoke of. One who had betrayed more than just me but the underworld itself.
"It's a shame," Anok's voice slithered through the black market, thick with amusement. He lifted a hand, black mist bubbling from his fingers. "None of you could see the endless possibilities in black amber. Wealth, power, dominance— yet you cling to your pathetic fears. This we are always afraid of power eventually succumb to it in the end."
