“Well since they all seem stable, I’m going to…” Rowina started to say while looking down at the control panel before faltering, her eyes widening in shock, “This…this is impossible.”“What is it?” Percus asked, peering over her shoulder.“The scrying crystal panel, it’s saying it is currently at 33% power. I have not touched it since I initiated the last bonding sequence,” she replied pointing to the three red columns on the panel, looking up at Percus her face filled with worry and confusion,” It is supposed to be tamperproof from any outside source. But since I have not touched it, I don’t know who has, or how.”“SHUT DOWN THE POWER!” a loud voice boomed into the room.“Alahn, what’s going on?” Rowina shouted back, startling again as the panel jumped up to 50% power, Rex now jerking violently.“I almost have it!” Rex suddenly screamed through gritted teeth, blood now starting to flow steadily from his nose.“He is pulling power into himself and into the crystal in a way that is mak
‘I’m out of options. I’m in no shape to fight properly, the odds of killing the crux beast were a level field, now it seems the assassin has joined in, I have no hope. Ideas?’ Rex asked, constantly flicking his eyes around the room, backing slowly to a corner in the wall.‘All I have is, do not die before your fighters arrive,’ Fafnir replied after a few tense seconds, his usual growl softer than usual.“It seems you at a loss young prince,” a woman’s voice rasped into the room.Seeing the crux beast slowly closing the distance between them, Rex spotted a display case with a sword resting on a stand. It had a fancy pommel and hand guard that deemed the sword purely for decoration with an absurdly large fat blade, but he hoped with enough force he could still inflict enough pain onto the crux beast to make it think twice about attacking him.Breaking the glass with his elbow, he reached in and picked the weapon up, scowling in dissatisfaction at how badly the sword was balanced and how
Once the two wolves were finally dealt with, an exhausted Rector and Ean both stared at each other, they had to combine their remaining strength to defeat their enemies, something they had not done in many years.“Now the simple task of the wolves has been dealt with, please follow me,” the huntress said, a small smirk showing on the corner of her lips as she strode past both men.“You call that a simple task?” Ean said, waving his hand toward the wolf corpses.“Yes, someone from our tribe half your age could have performed this task easier and a lot less sloppy than you both did, even if injured,” she added, raising one finger up seeing Ean and Rector about to protest.“I am not doubting the strength of the Akani huntresses, but these were fully grown, I doubt your elders are foolish enough to pit your young against one, let alone two,” Rector said, raising one eyebrow, smiling slightly upon seeing the huntress stop walking, turn her head slightly toward them and smirk slightly once
Arriving at a pair of huts on stilts that raised the floor a few feet from the ground, Ean and Rector both climbed the bamboo ladder and fell forward, both panting heavily, soaked to the bone from the storm that was currently raging outside, “I was speaking about the storm currently on top of us,” the huntress announced, entering the hut after them, stepping over their bodies simultaneously reaching into her satchel bag, producing a crystal that glowed a faded shade of gold, shaking it quickly and as it glowed brighter she opened her hand and it raised a few inches over her palm. “Thank you for the obvious call,” Ean shot back, rolling onto his back, groaning loudly as his damaged body protested performing any action. “I haven’t struggled to move this much in many, many years,” Rector sighed, using his elbow to roll himself onto his back, sitting up slowly, raising an eyebrow at what the huntress was doing, “So I know you will not tell us your true name because we are outsiders, but
“I will grant you your stories sound a lot like the ones passed on from our elders, but one fact remains. How could yours be true if those stories I heard as a young huntress almost five seasons ago?” Kita asked, her smile now had faded, and one eyebrow was raised. “Only five seasons?” Ean asked, scratching his head, a slightly confused look on his face as he looked to Rector. “One season is ten of our years Ean, have you already forgotten the basics for this plane?” Rector sighed, shaking his head with a slight smirk. “Your seasons are shorter than ours?” Kita asked her curiosity now piqued. “Considerably, when we arrive at your elders, they can verify what we have told you, and more,” Rector said, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck, a smile appearing on his lips as he inspected his body, “This cream is amazing, I still need a wash to remove the blood, but most of the seriousness of my wounds are settled.” “Most of the savageness from the storm has passed, so before th
“Worst f**kin words ever Rex,” Kealy swore quietly through gritted teeth when they had dodged the tenth pitfall trap while crossing the flats, Rex had just caught her by the back of her shirt to prevent her falling into one he had missed, he was busy scanning the few scattered lights around the camp they were approaching for people.“Hey, I caught you, didn’t I?” he replied, not doing anything to cover his smugness.“Yeah. Thanks, you’re too kind your princeness,” she replied, adding in exaggeration by calling Rex a prince. Feeling a breeze on her upper extremities when there shouldn’t be made her look down, her face went a slight tinge of pink when she noticed the upper buttons on her top had popped off under the strain of Rex’s catch and her body weight and it was staying open, “Swap shirts with me. Quickly.”“Why? What’s wrong with yours?” Rex asked while still smiling, peeling his eyes away from the camp to look at Kealy’s back.“It’s torn, in an inconvenient place.”“A simple tea
Creeping to hide behind a large tent on the top of the only slightly higher mound of dirt that overlooked the entire camp, Rex was straining his eyes to attempt to catch a glimpse of Kealy. Hushed whispering drew his attention away for a second as he heard women, “Teema, we can’t get out now. If they catch us before we escape through the flats and can get around the pitfalls for the hunt, they will kill us this time.”“I’m sorry Venya, I cannot stand around and let them continue to abuse us. You know as well as I do, if we continue to push aside the prince's advances, he will either take us unwillingly or kill us.”“So escape is the best option. You know father will not incur the wrath of him for attempting to rescue us from his blessed son, so it falls to you and me to escape. I know I prefer…”“Shh, they’re coming back,” the other woman hissed, Rex could hear slight clatters from inside the tent. Whoever these women were, it seemed they were captives of the son of his enemy, Sothis,
“Huh?” Ean asked, his brain still a little cloudy from being woken abruptly from sleep. “Your brother,” Kita whispered, looking toward the door, “He speaks to himself.” “He has…” Ean started to say, deciding to choose his words carefully, “A familiar. I think he is checking to see if they can still commune while in this place, if so, his familiar will be extremely helpful getting us through the Donréal forest without incident. I will go and check on him.” “You know of the Donréal forest?” Kita asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yes. I also know what stalks the grasslands and trees in that particular forest too, I doubt the predators have changed even in the time it has been since I last walked the trails,” Ean answered with a smirk, slowly getting to his feet, groaning as he stretched his aching muscles and joints. Kita opened her mouth as if to say something but thought twice and instead closed it and answered with a thoughtful frown and nod. Coming to sit next to Rector, Ean said in a
Darkness.Then, gradually, sensation. Warmth against his skin. Softness beneath his body. The scent of healing herbs and clean linen. Distant voices, familiar yet indistinct, rising and falling like waves against a shore.Rex floated in this half-conscious state, unwilling or unable to fully awaken. Time meant nothing here—it might have been hours or days since the battle. The only constant was the profound emptiness within him, a void of its own where Fafnir's presence should have been.Occasionally, the voices would draw nearer, accompanied by cool hands on his forehead or wrist. Words filtered through his haze—"stable," "healing," "waiting." But none penetrated deeply enough to rouse him from his twilight state.Then, a new voice—commanding, insistent, refusing to be ignored."Enough of this, Rex. Wake up."Marcia. Her tone brooked no argument, as if his continued unconsciousness were a form of insubordination she wouldn't tolerate.Rex felt his awareness slowly centring, the dista
The world seemed to slow around Rex as he absorbed the crazak queen's words. The godking continued his transformation at the center of the ritual circle, void energy crackling around him like black lightning. The tear in reality pulsed ominously overhead, its edges fraying as the ritual's purpose shifted from convergence to pure destruction."The dragon bond must become a conduit," Queen Ullysarius explained, her multifaceted eyes reflecting the chaos surrounding them. "You must channel the void energy through yourself and into your bracelet, where your dragon can contain and neutralize it.""But the strain could kill him," Kiri protested, her ancient eyes wide with concern."Yes," the crazak queen acknowledged without hesitation. "It likely will."Rex felt Fafnir's consciousness surge forward within the bond, the dragon's presence filling his mind with fierce determination.'Together,' Fafnir's voice resonated within him. 'As it has always been.'The memory of Dilo's sacrifice flashe
Rex ascended the ladder first, his muscles burning with the effort after the drain of reshaping stone. As he neared the top, he slowed, listening for any signs of enemy forces above. The rungs ended at a circular metal hatch partially concealed by overgrowth. With utmost care, he pushed against it, feeling resistance from years of disuse before it finally gave way with a soft groan.The predawn air hit his face, carrying the acrid scent of void energy and smoke. Rex lifted himself enough to peer over the edge, finding they had emerged precisely where Kiri had predicted—at the eastern fringe of the godking's encampment. The massive tear in reality dominated the sky, now at least twice the size it had been when they'd descended beneath the Citadel. Beneath it, a circle of dark-robed figures surrounded an intricate pattern of runes carved into the earth, each glowing with sickly purple energy.And at its centre stood the godking.Even from this distance, Rex could sense his power—a disto
The first sensation that struck Rex as he emerged onto the Citadel's highest tower was the cold—a biting, unnatural chill that cut through clothing and flesh alike. The second was the silence. Despite the thousands of defenders manning the walls and the enemy forces arrayed across the plains, an eerie quiet had fallen over everything, as if the world held its breath.Then he saw why.The night sky had split open.A massive tear hung above the godking's encampment, a wound in reality that oozed darkness and malevolent energy. Around its edges, the stars themselves seemed to bend and distort, drawn toward the void like moths to flame. At its centre, where the ritual circle must be, pulsed a core of such profound darkness that it seemed to devour light itself."What have they done?" Cassius whispered, his usual composure cracking by the sight.General Christopher turned from his position at the parapet, his face illuminated by the sickly purple glow emanating from the rift. "It began mom
The Citadel hummed with preparations as darkness fell. Soldiers sharpened blades, mages prepared defensive wards, and healers laid out supplies for the inevitable casualties. Rex stood at the highest observation point, watching as torches flickered to life across the godking's encampment, stretching like a sea of malevolent stars across the plains."They're positioning siege engines of inhuman proportions," Cassius observed, studying the movements through a spyglass. "But there's something else happening in the center of their camp—some kind of ritual circle."Rex felt the golden bracelet warm against his skin, Fafnir's consciousness pressing forward with concern. "He's not waiting until dawn," Rex said, the certainty growing within him. "The deadline was a misdirection. He's preparing something now.""I've sensed it too," Kiri confirmed, joining them at the parapet. "The void energy is building. Whatever he's planning, it's substantial."The Lady of Blades approached, her expression
The interior of the pavilion defied physical logic. What appeared modest from outside expanded within to a vast chamber, its boundaries lost in shadows that moved with unsettling purpose. No support poles held up the ceiling—instead, the black fabric seemed suspended by an invisible force, rippling occasionally like the surface of dark water.At the centre stood a circular table of obsidian, its surface so polished it reflected their faces with perfect clarity. Seven chairs surrounded it—four on one side, three on the other. The godking had already claimed the central seat on the far side, Chancellor Hellden taking position to his right. The third chair remained empty."Please," the godking said, gesturing to the empty seats. "Make yourselves comfortable."Rex approached cautiously, noting that the floor beneath his feet seemed to shift subtly with each step, as if he walked on something alive rather than solid ground. He chose the chair directly opposite the godking, Marcia and Kiri
Dawn broke over the imperial city with an unnatural clarity, as if the very air had been purified in anticipation of what was to come. Rex stood at the window of his chamber, watching as the first rays of sunlight touched the distant encampment of the godking's forces. The golden bracelet on his wrist pulsed with a steady rhythm, almost like a heartbeat.'He will try to tempt you,' Fafnir's voice whispered in his mind. 'Demons of his kind are masters of deception and desire.'"I know," Rex replied softly. "But I've made my choice."After careful deliberation the previous night, he had selected his three companions for the meeting with the godking. Marcia, with her tactical mind and unwavering resolve; Kiri, whose knowledge might prove crucial against a being as old as the godking; and Dilo, her void-corrupted arm possibly giving her insight into the godking's powers that others lacked.The decision had not been easy. Lacey had argued fiercely for inclusion, citing her combat knowledge
The Citadel's council chamber buzzed with tension as Rex's old companions from Dracoterrum faced his new allies from this realm. What should have been a joyful reunion had quickly transformed into an atmosphere thick with unspoken rivalries and territorial instincts."So let me get this straight," Minet said, pacing the stone floor with her arms crossed. "While we've been desperately searching for you across realms, you've been here making new... connections." Her eyes flickered briefly toward Dilo and Kiri."It wasn't exactly by choice," Rex replied, his voice strained. "I was pulled here against my will, had to survive, and found people I could trust."Lacey, who had remained unusually quiet since their arrival, finally spoke. "We understand that, Rex. But do you understand what we went through to find you? The risks we took? Rowina might be trapped between realms right now because of it."From across the room, Dilo growled low in her throat. "He wasn't
The delegation from the godking's encampment advanced at a deliberate pace across the battle-scarred plains, their progress marked by the fluttering of the white parley flag. At its center rode the imposing figure in black armor – now clearly visible as a woman with pale, almost translucent skin and silver hair that flowed like liquid metal despite the still air."I don’t recognise the envoy," the Lady of Blades said grimly, lowering the spyglass.Rex studied the approaching emissary with growing unease. He could see the person had the figure of a woman and she was not riding a horse, but a massive wolf whose shoulders stood taller than a mounted knight. Its fur was midnight black, with wisps of shadowy vapor rising from its coat with each powerful stride. Flanking her were not soldiers but beasts – creatures with vaguely humanoid forms but bestial features, as if someone had attempted to mold animals into the shape of men and stopped halfway through