Chapter 306: Throne of Twilight, Oblivion
Samuel's POV
The obsidian gates parted in silence.
No creak. No groan. Just... stillness. The kind of stillness that weighed on the soul.
Roselle and I walked side by side, both cloaked in silence. Not the kind born of tension, but the kind born from understanding — from past battles, whispered confessions, and scars that never healed right.
The chamber before us shimmered with a dusky haze. Twilight clung to the walls, neither day nor night. This was Nerezza's domain — the Pale Queen of Oblivion. Widow of Realms. The one who once ruled beside Death itself.
And now she sat alone.
Her throne was carved from petrified memories — bones, dreams, and fractured timelines interwoven into a seat of solemnity. Draped in silk blacker than shadows, her skin was like ivory carved from starlight — smooth, ancient, and deathless. Her eyes were faded silver, like the last light before dusk swallows the sky.
Queen Nerezza.
"I expected only the Witch," she said. Her voice wasn't loud, but it reverberated in my chest — old, regal, tired.
Roselle bowed, one knee touching the silver-ash floor. "I come bearing more than my presence. I bring my... equal."
I raised a brow. Equal? That was rich coming from her.