Chapter 357

Seated on the imperial throne was a middle-aged man with soft pale-blue curls.

His gaze was calm as he looked back through the bronze mirror.

"Who are you?"

Valkor's face turned pale. A man he had never met, sitting on their empire's throne?

This was terrifying.

Did this mean Silvermoon had already fallen?

Impossible!!

Even if it had, it wouldn't have happened so quietly.

A lazy voice echoed throu