Chapter 7

Blood of the Silver Elk

Ego’s eyes fluttered open a few heartbeats after I’d arrived in the Empyrean throne room. As the other flaws had yet to arrive at their destinations, it was a waste of my powers to delve into their senses only to experience sickening carriage rides. So, I would sit on my throne in a trance and solely focus on those legendary archives. And, of course, gawk at the antlers atop Yong Heng’s head—the mark of his Primal blood. Had he hired a craftsman specialized in je......