Chapter 132
The door creaked open.
Each step that followed wasn't loud—but every one of them carried weight, pressure, and intent. As if the very air itself bent to the rhythm of the intruder's footsteps.
Kalen, slumped in the far corner of the room, let out a weak, dark chuckle. Her voice was hoarse, but laced with bitterness.
"Took you long enough," she muttered. "So... you've finally come to erase me, haven't you?"
She raised her head slowly, strands of her dark hair clinging to her bruised face. Blood had dried at the edges of her lips. Her hollow eyes met the man standing before her—Lord Buster.
His face twisted with barely-contained fury, the veins in his neck and temples pulsing as he stared down at her.
"Why didn't you do it?" he asked. His voice was deep—so deep it seemed to rumble through the walls.
