On the high platform stood a bound, pitch-black werewolf, a majestic general, and a silver coffin wrapped in chains.
The strange, unintelligible whispers emanated from that very coffin, echoing directly into Lin Fan’s ears.
Opposite the platform stood three ornate statues, radiating such righteousness that they seemed to be presiding over the execution—yet one of them was the very same majestic general.
Chapter 587