Chapter 43 · The Period on an Old Rumor

The moment she crossed the threshold of the state interrogation chamber, led by Serik's firm hand, the color drained from Isadel's face.

A heavy mix of thick blood and the smell of scorched flesh hung in the air. Every breath she took seemed to burn the inside of her throat.

And in the middle of that wretched scene was Gyllen.

Covered in blood and bound in chains on his knees, he was a sight of utter misery. Beside him, the private soldiers who had joined the coup were lined up in the same condition.

The coup had failed. A wretched and perfect defeat, beyond any doubt.

Erhan, seated at the head, sensed the presence and raised his head.

Perhaps unable to avoid the aftermath of the upper floors of the emperor's palace collapsing entirely, his face too was covered in wounds. Scratches were vivid on his cheek and forehead, and…