The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Roselle’s POV

Shadowfold Throne, Hours Later...

I sat sprawled across my throne, one leg draped over the armrest, a chalice of blackened wine in hand. The air was thick with power—my domain pulsing to my heartbeat. But I wasn’t paying attention to any of it.

My eyes were locked onto the massive, shimmering holographic mirror before me—an omnivision gate tuned directly into the Crimson Labyrinth.

And there he was.

Samuel Gebb.

My Dark Knight.

My broken plaything turned Apex Predator.

Now the bane of wardens, of gods, of the system itself.

The way he moved through the Labyrinth was—

No... it was art.