章節 103: Dead sister's son

The grand hall plunged into a silence so profound that even the faintest whisper could be heard. It lasted for but a fleeting moment before the murmurs and hushed conversations of the crowd rekindled.

Rysthan's mind dissolved into a void at the shaman's words. Verna, who had been tending to the arriving guests froze, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. "My daughter...cursed! No. It can't be."