The air was heavy in the cave and silence ruled the air. Days had passed after the raid on the royal archive, and news had spread that war had been declared. Lady Morrigan and Duke Severin have sent word out to Kael to be careful and be battle-ready, and that his household is in full support.Today, standing by the corner was Kael, clad in a black robe and staring calmly at the small dagger Lady Morrigan had handed over to him. In her last letter as he was far from home now, she had specifically told him to bond with the sword as the battle was near.However, he still couldn't understand what it meant. His mastery of blood magic had also grown, which she commended, and also hailed him for the smart killing of Thane, the so-called Iron Mountain. Her letters were full of praise but above all, she sent new moves to be learned to increase his mastery of blood magic.He was alone in the inner side of the hideout. Elira, on the other hand, was outside, always on the lookout, but the constan

The air was heavy with chanting and celebration. The whole place was bustling with activities and the crowd cheered endlessly. Unknown to them the danger that was awaiting them. They were too engrossed in false celebrations and had turned their eyes away from justice.No one was asking about what happened at the Royal Archives a few days ago, simply because they weren't affected. The corruption in the city had crept down to every nook and cranny of the place, moving down to every heart and being passed on from generation to generation.Lady Morrigan and Duke Severin were supposed to be part of the nobles in attendance at this event, but couldn't as they had declared war through Kael anonymously on the capital. However, the view was ecstatic and foods and drinks were passed round, children, women, men servants, animals, they were all rejoicing as everything was in plenty, just the same corruption and evil was in excess.These were things Master Rendall would never tolerate if he were s

The air was heavy as he stopped in the room, his aura unmatched and his soul burning with rage. Elira, on the other hand, sto stood by his side, a warm smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she stared at the table. His mind was still filled with joy from the last raid on Marcus. Words had spread of his tyranny and, so fast, the same people who praised him and worshipped him like a God immediately turned their backsson him when he needed them the most. War was waged on him now, he; hislaration was open and, he knew, Kal wasn't mincing words and, he also meant business when he swung his sword.Elira, on the other hand, had been enjoying the scenes. The cries and pain of the people were real; her long wait for vengeance on the capital that threw her out, and, of course, working with Kael made her dreams come true. With a soft chuckle, she turned over and studied the map carefully, alongside him, their connection growing each passing day.His face was always calm while her face wa

The room was silent, except for the soft rustling of fabric as Kael stood before the large mirror. The air was heavy around him, filled with the scent of oils. Lady Orrigan had aent hisentd the soft lingering smell of magic that always seemed to follow him. He stared at himself for a while, his glowing eyes cold and full of mischief, but his face was calm as always.He was clad in the best Duskborne silks, deep violets and blacks that seemed to draw the light in the room, Lady Morrigan wouldn't let him dress anyhow; she sent the bwat of clothes for him.The cloth fitted him perfectly and showed off his broad shoulders, particularly to draw the ladies in the palace so they could have someone in the inner circle and also hid the evil power that laid benlay. It was a real contrast to the rags and battle robes he normally wore, but tonight, he had to play a different game. Tonight was a game of wits and strategy and thankfully, he had the best mom pick the beat for him.Elira, on the oth

The wagon ride to the Royal Palace was smooth, but the air inside was thick and heavy, filled with a silence that screamed louder than any noise. Kael sat calmly in the velvet seat, his hands resting on his knees, his posture straight and calm. He looked every bit the Lord Duskborne, dressed in his violet and black robe, but underneath that expensive cloth, his heart was beating with a calm and dangerous rhythm.He stared out the window as the familiar streets of the capital passed by, the same ones that had laid siege to the city a few days ago. It had been years, but nothing had changed. The same dirty stones, the same high walls that separated the rich from the poor, and the same towers of the palace that forced a long, dark shadow over the city.The wagon stopped at the main gates, nd the guards rushed immediately to open the doors.“Lord Duskborne,” the captain of the guard bowed low, not daring to look him in the eye.Kael stepped out calmly, his boots slamming against the groun