Chapter 457 Negotiating with a God

As Jace finished speaking, Rhea noticed the sky at the horizon growing dimmer.

The three suns slowly dipped beneath the horizon, and as night crept in, the island was swallowed by deepening shadows.

The evening breeze swept by, carrying a fishy, briny stench—stronger than during the day—and it sent a chill down her spine.

Rhea frowned. "It's getting dark. Cobras are nocturnal. They come out to hun