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Chapter 99 – Monarch’s Véngence

Standing at the entrance of the hallway was Prince Zhao.

His right hand had transformed, shifting into his blood power—a long, tentacle that stretched across the room, holding Makara’s arm in place.

Makara’s expression remained calm, but his voice carried an edge of irritation. “You’re interfering.”

Another tentacle unfurled from Zhao’s back, slithering forward with fluid precision. It wrapped around the witch’s limp body, lifting her effortlessly from the ground. The moment its grasp tightened, she shuddered and slumped forward, knocked unconscious by the pressure points hidden within its textured surface.

Prince Zhao’s voice was steady, though firm. “That’s enough, Makara. Put your sword away.”

Makara didn’t lower his blade. “I will—after I kill her.” His eyes flickered toward the witch’s unconscious face.

Prince Zhao’s grip on his tentacles tightened slightly, his expression unreadable. “I cannot allow your hands to be stained with any more blood.” His voice held a quiet weight, one that was