Chapter 290

Adorned in a dark, flowing robe, Lord Rohan's attire exudes an air of regality. The garment, crafted from the darkest fabrics, is embellished with intricate patterns embroidered in gold thread. The golden motifs seem to shimmer in the faint light, adding a regal touch to the otherwise sombre ensemble. Each stitch tells a story, a tale of the Soul Lord's dominion woven into the very fabric of his attire.

As Lord Rohan descends from his floating throne, his movements are a mesmerising display of grace and fluidity. It's as if he hovers just above the ground, defying the constraints of mere mortals. The air seems to ripple around him, responding to the subtle currents of his ethereal stride. Every step carries an otherworldly elegance—a dance that transcends the boundaries of the physical realm.

Slowly, he approached Lord Rey, his presence commanding and unsettling. The flickering torch light casts shadows that dance across his features, accentuating the enig