Far away from the settlement, in a palace of black stone, Zevrakh Dreadmoor sat alone in his study.The room was quiet. Shelves lined the walls, crowded with ancient books, rolled parchments, and broken artifacts from civilizations that had long since vanished. A single lamp burned on the desk, throwing long shadows across the floor.Zevrakh was reading.He did that often. Read. Studied. Searched. He had been searching for thousands of years, and he was no closer to the truth now than when he had started.The Mortality Ledger lay open on his desk. It was only a fragment of the original, damaged and incomplete, but it was still useful.He turned a page. Then another. Then another.Then he stopped.Something was wrong.The markings on the page were moving. Faintly. Subtly. It almost looked as though they were trying to rearrange themselves.Zevrakh leaned closer and traced the symbols with his finger.A disturbance. In the laws. In the Ledger itself.Someone had interfered with an autho

The soldier turned.A man stood in the doorway.He was tall, though not towering. He wore dark clothing that looked expensive without trying to show it off. His skin was a pale grey, like ash. His hair was black. And his eyes were the only thing about him that seemed truly wrong: deep red, like embers buried under cooling coals.He didn't look like a monster. He looked like a banker. A very dangerous banker.He walked into the room without hurry, his boots silent against the black stone floor. His hands were empty. No weapons, no guards, no dramatic entrance. Just a man stepping into a room as though he owned it.The celestial soldier stiffened. His hand was still raised, the air still cold around his fingers. But something in his posture had changed, something that looked a lot like fear."Zevrakh Dreadmoor," the soldier said, his voice tight. "This is not your territory.""It is now." Zevrakh stopped a few feet away. "The human is under my protection.""He is under no one's protecti