CHAPTER 140 — THE PRICE OF MERCY
The sky broke.
Golden fractures tore across the false firmament above the cavern, each crack bleeding radiant law into the darkness. The light did not flicker. It did not hesitate.
It descended.
Chains.
Endless.
Forged not of metal but of decree—threads of inevitability woven into luminous links that spanned dimensions.
Zehell felt it before she understood it.
Pressure.
Not physical.
Existential.
Her knees almost buckled as the first chain pierced the air and anchored itself into nothingness above them.
The dragon did not move.
Its massive wings folded inward slightly, shielding nothing, simply observing.
"He remembers," it had said.
Now Heaven was answering.
Long Hao stood still beneath the descending lattice of law.
He felt the resonance in his blood before the chains reached him.
Not fear.
Recognition.
Inside his chest, something ancient stirred—not Longyu, not the Sovereign fragment.
Something deeper.
