Ch. 188: Cracks
The Underworld buzzed with a rare energy as I made my way back to my private chambers. The recent visit to the corporation left me with mixed feelings—gratitude for Talos's dedication, yet unease at the hints of vulnerability I'd allowed myself to show. Her unwavering loyalty was undeniable, but her newfound beauty and the deepening bond between us lingered in my thoughts more than I cared to admit.
Walter was waiting for me at the chamber door, his pale face drawn into an expression of mild curiosity. "My lord, another meeting has been requested. This one seems... peculiar."
"Peculiar how?" I asked, shrugging off the weight of the day.
"It's from a guest who claims to bring knowledge about the disturbances along the border of Tartarus. They won't give their name, but their message is... compelling." Walter's brow furrowed. "They mentioned something about cracks in the prison walls."
