Chapter 155: Divide and Conquer

The High Council chamber was colder today, its stone walls shadowed by the late afternoon light. Conor leaned against one of the carved pillars, his mind still replaying the chaotic scene from the press conference earlier.

Kerrigan’s voice, once a clear command that rallied crowds, had faltered, and their bond—usually a source of strength—had nearly broken in front of the entire kingdom. Conor rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of Celia’s power, heavy and restless inside him.

Kerrigan stood a few paces away, surrounded by Reilynn and Evelynn, her focus entirely on the conversation at hand. She was strategizing, discussing the next moves in the trial against Kelan Benedict, and though she exuded confidence, Conor could sense the tension simmering beneath her calm exterior.

She was pushing harder, speaking louder, her influence growing with every passing day. The people were rallying behind her, and she was becoming more than a leader—she was becoming a symbol.

Conor glanced at her,