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Chapter 94. Ash and Echoes
The throne room of the Black Spire wasn’t built, it had been grown from jagged obsidian walls stretched like towers to the ceiling, the air was never clear, as if an ever present mist surrounded the place. The air smelled of brimstone, the strong stench of rot, and stains of blood that littered the walls every now and then. There were candles made from the bone marrow of humans as the candle burned with a dark flame, their light casting uneven and odd shadows around them.At the center of the room was a well of slow moving magma, and around it, twelve obsidian thrones curved in a half circle.Only nine were occupied.Above them, on a broken dais of bone and blades, sat a man of high authority. His eyes were like smoldering coals, he did not presume to speak much, he merely watched with clawed hands that rested on each side of his throne handles.It was Demon Lord Belkath, the demon of the mindless, who spoke first.“This... Rhok,” Belkath said, his throat etched with dark lines that s
Chapter 93. What Remains of Fire.
The ridge was gone, the demon convoy buried beneath it. But the victory didn’t feel like one.They returned to camp in silence, there were no cheers and no drums. Just the wounded dragging broken gear and the quiet shuffling of blood soaked boots over packed dirt. The healers moved quickly and fast, slipping between soldiers, their hands glowing faintly, as their mouths set in hard lines. Even the wind felt careful now, like it didn’t want to be heard.Rhok walked behind the group, his daggers still stained, his face unreadable. He said nothing as they passed the camp gates, but he felt it, the eyes on him. Hundreds.The nickname started small.“Nameless,” someone whispered.Then again, louder. “Nameless.”He didn’t look back at them, he didn’t correct them. He didn’t need to. The image had burned into their minds, the way the demons had frozen in place and died under the weight of numerous ridges bring exploded, the way Marell had dropped to his knees and cried.Church observers had
Chapter 92. Bail the Beast.
The sky turned red, not from the setting sun, but from the fire and smoke still rising from the shattered ridge. Rhok stood in the ash, blades were drawn, blood sticking to his boots but it wasn't his blood, it was that blood of the demons, shadow curling around his legs like something waiting to be unleashed again. The air stung. It smelled like burned stone and demon blood, and below the ridge, the remnants of the convoy twitched and groaned. But there was no time to feel good about a win. Because this wasn’t one. Not yet.Dian slid down beside him, gasping slightly as he pointed toward the valley floor. “They’re regrouping and very fast. I think they’ve got another wave waiting in the cliffs. We didn’t catch all of them.”Rhok squinted through the smoke. He could see outlines and dark shapes. The demons were pulling their dead aside, rearranging what wagons they could salvage. Someone was commanding them, someone who hadn’t shown their face yet. That was never a good sign.Liora ca
Chapter 91. Shadows Before the Fall.
The wind was dry and bitter as Rhok stood at the northern edge of the war camp, staring out toward the jagged ridge in the distance. The terrain ahead was bone colored and cracked, a place so dead even the crows refused to fly over it. The soldiers called it Godscar Ridge, and if the plan worked, it would be the grave of half the demon convoy by sunrise. If it failed, it would just be another scar.Behind him, the war camp moved like a wounded beast. Clerics carried salves between tents, officers barked orders, and fresh recruits sharpened blades already stained by someone else's blood. Even the tents looked tired, flapping in the wind like sighs made of canvas. The quiet was uneasy. Everyone knew something big was coming.Caelan stood inside the command tent, boots planted firmly in the ground, one hand over the map like he trying to burn the location into memory. Around him were Runa, Navien, a few senior tacticians, and one chair left conspicuously empty. Rhok entered without speak
Chapter 90. Letters and Threats.
The wind carried the faint scent of ash and old magic as it blew through the outer walls of the Vyranthian war camp. Soldiers moved with silently, their weapons were sharp, but their eyes were sharper. The aftermath of the last battle still lingered in the air, a reminder that victory often smelled like blood.Inside the war tent, the mood was heavier than usual. Maps sprawled across the table, littered with colored pins and scribbled notes. But the true weight in the room wasn’t the strategy. It was the letter.Prince Caelan stood at the center of the room, the scroll in his hand unopened but already felt like a threat. He hadn't said a word since receiving it from the messenger who'd arrived just an hour ago, draped in Church robes and riding a snow white wyvern.Rhok sat to the side, arms crossed. His divine core pulsed quietly under his ribs, like it always did now. Ever since the battle, he could feel its rhythm with every breath, like a second heartbeat, colder and heavier.Cael
Chapter 89. Divine Instinct.
The arena was nothing special. A cleared space behind the medical tents, lined with broken stones and a ring of training dummies half-burned from previous drills. The sky was dull. The smell of steel and sweat hung thick in the air.Rhok stood barefoot in the dirt, sleeves rolled up, his shirt soaked with the remains of the morning's dew. A loose crowd of soldiers, clerics, Saints, and a few Paladins had gathered to watch.This was supposed to be a test.Saint Halden had called it a routine exercise. Runa, the frost blooded Paladin, had smirked when she offered to spar with him. Rhok had felt the tension in her voice like she wanted to prove something.Rhok didn’t care. He just wanted to see where he stood now, after the forest, after the divine core had nested inside his chest like a quiet second heart.Runa stood across from him, armor light but reinforced, her hair tied back in a severe braid. Her eyes never blinked. Her stance was perfect."Begin," Saint Halden said.Runa moved fi
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