Chapter 92 The Obsidian Throne

• [Asher]
• I stripped off my blood-soaked coat and shirt, letting them drop to the floor. My footsteps echoed against the dead crystal walls, which shimmered back to life as I stepped into the throne room.
• At the other end of the room, right across the entrance, loomed the heart of the Prime Infernal Pack — the Obsidian Throne. A seat coveted by many who thought themselves worthy. Now they all lie beneath it, buried in the towering dais of rattling skulls and bones of their own kind.