Chapter 11: Call For War

Grimnar stood up from his throne, his eyes ablaze with determination. "Royce, write a letter to Vulcan. Tell him to prepare for war. I'm coming for his head first," he commanded.

Royce hesitated, placing his hand on Grimnar's shoulder, concern etched on his face. "Master, I think you should reconsider. This seems like a setup," he cautioned.

Grimnar brushed off Royce's hand and grabbed him by the shirt, his grip tight. "Listen, mortal. I put you in your position. That's my decision, and that's what I want!" he snapped, pushing Royce backward.

"Alright, master. As your lordship pleases," Royce acquiesced, bowing his head.

"I, Grimnar, will show the whole immortal realm that I'm the greatest of all, the king of the dark covenant," Grimnar declared as he went to fetch his evil-looking staff.

The "Darkblade," is a weapon crafted by evil sorcerers from the depths of darkness. It looks like a twisted black stick with red veins pulsing through it. At the top, there's a sharp piece of black