Playlist recommendation for the chapter: Love is the death of peace of mind by bad omens.
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In the shadows, listening intently to Siamon's report, Kaisun trembled with rage, yelling with agony. Fury was raw and scorching in his veins, burned through him wildly, clawing at his sanity as this one was inexplicable.
He was walking among the shadows, slowly. He didn't rush, tons of thoughts were swirling in his mind. If it was a normal situation, he would have killed the King instantly after knowing he had been playing with him for about seventy years. The freak hadn't aged the slightest since he was twenty-five, he should have known something was wrong, and it was not just his bond with Sunkiath that slowed his aging.
