Rex and his companions had only moved a few hundred paces when two sunken pale-skinned people dropped from a short branch, blocking their current path. Being able to see quite clearly helped Rex see that there were currently another ten hiding further back, either in tree crutches or crouched on branches. “Look, I don’t want to have to kill any of you. Just let us pass peacefully.”One of the men blocking their path snarled and turned to the other and spoke a language Rex didn’t recognise before turning back to them a few minutes later with an evil gap-toothed bleeding gummed smile, “We is takin’ one of ya’s for food.”Sighing loudly, Rex ordered Kealy to watch their backs while he engaged the men who refused to stand aside, “Well fellas, it looks like it’ll be the hard way then.” Clutching the great sword in his hand, he started forward slowly, being sure to show extra vigilance in case there were some hidden cannibals he had not seen or heard.When Rex was only five feet away from t
“Well, that wasn’t scary at all,” Teema said, stepping carefully over the recently made corpses of the cannibals Rex had just finished slaying, squealing when her foot clipped a partially beheaded man’s scalp and the head parted from the neck with a squelching sound. “Just imagine how scary it would have been if Rex hadn’t parted his head from his neck. He may have been the one removing yours to eat your insides,” Venya chimed, patting Teema on the arm gingerly when she caught up and looked down at the cannibal with a grimace. Looking up at Rex, she asked “Can we leave please? This place is already quite smelly now.” “Trust me, with all the blood now on the air, we are leaving right now before bigger predators come to claim this as their food,” Rex said, ushering the women through the mass of bodies and moving further along the trail. “Some people cannot be bargained with,” Venya said, catching up to Rex and squeezing his arm, “I heard you try and reason with them to avoid a massacr
“Depending on what your request is will determine if I agree or not,” Rex replied, unlatching Kiri’s fingers from his arm slowly.“Hm, very well, let it be known I am not a forceful woman. You no doubt heard me communing with another male earlier?” Kiri asked, turning her back to the group and walking a few steps away and gazing back in the direction she had appeared.“Well Rex stopped us because he heard something we did not,” Kealy said with a scowl and a quick shrug of her shoulders.“That was who I was talking about, I have no doubts an alpha hunter like him would pick up on things you lesser, should I even call you three ‘huntresses’ yet?” Kiri said, turning to scowl at Kealy, “He is not quite as adept as me, for I am an elder spirit of the hunt and Rex has only just started on the road of the hunter. I sensed your ambush of the half-orc woman, which I would like to know how her essence disappeared quite suddenly too, and of course, the debased humans that were no match for your
“Ok Kita, how are we going to catch this dorphan? And does it have to still be breathing to cash in the benefits?” Ean asked.“No, it does not. Most of the beast's value is after its death. Rector can use a magic negating ritual circle to prevent the beast from using its earth magic, and then you and I can end its life. Once overwhelmed it is known they can travel at remarkable speeds under the earth and without a tracking spell, would prove almost impossible to catch,” Kita said in a clear commanding voice.Ean turned quizzically to Rector, “Ritual circles? Isn’t that wytchcraft only used by the strangers and mage women from Winterwurm?”“I can only use a select few spells in that department. Protection, healing, those sorts of things,” Rector coughed, “The ones that lean to a darker side of magic, I am unfamiliar with.”“I do not know what these supposed strangers or witches are, but our Illiad’s use ritual magic,” Kita started to say.“We know. The women that are selected provide a
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?” Kealy called out, rushing forward, drawing her dagger.Growling loudly, Kiri rose to her feet, releasing Rex and spun to meet Kealy, grabbing her by the scruff of her tunic, lifting her off the ground with one hand, and with her other hand, flicked the dagger free from Kealy’s grip. The assault was so fast Kealy barely had time to let out a breath or react. “We only needed a few more minutes to be finished, you are indeed a selfish little worm,” Kiri growled, her voice rough.“Yeah, finish killing him!” Kealy yelled, struggling against Kiri’s grip.“Kiri, please drop her. She must have gotten the wrong idea, it was more…” Rex said, quickly appearing beside both women, placing a hand atop Kiri’s that holding Kealy aloft.“Oh my god, you were…with her!?” Kealy said, flicking her eyes between Rex and Kiri. She noticed his dishevelled tunic with parts torn at the arms, scores of scratches down his forearms, one on his cheek, and a purple mark that w
Rex’s companions all went open-mouthed seeing how quickly and easily Kiri and Skul both changed their surroundings. Kiri had just finished conjuring a large spit over a quickly lighting roaring fire, while Skul had just finished work on a wooden bar, “If you could please add an attendant,” Skul said with a wry smile looking over to Kiri.“Of course,” she replied, clapping her hands.A few seconds later, a seven-foot fur-covered, heavily muscled half-wolf, half-man entered the clearing from the darkness of the tree line, coming to a stop behind the bar. He had torn pants on that covered his manhood that ended just above the upper joint of his wolf-like hind legs but wore no clothing covering his hairy human-like upper body.“He will not speak but will obey when asked for a drink. I’m afraid with such short notice I can only provide honey ale, or a wine made from forest berries grown in my own garden, my personal favourite,” Kiri said with a smile, placing one hand on the bar Skul had c
“Well, that could’ve gone a lot better,” Ean said, exhaling loudly while pulling his conjured sword from the bleeding throat of the now-deceased dorphan at the same time Kita pulled out a sharp snapped branch from the creature’s belly.“Yes. This was sloppy amateur work that nearly ended with a grave injury to Rector, as well as losing our kill,” Kita said, tossing the branch aside.“I’ll be fine. We still got our kill, with minimal damage to the important parts of the beast we needed to harvest. It will take some time, but I will be able to slowly heal my arm in stages,” Rector continued, adjusting his torn sleeve sling slightly, wincing quietly.“It would have been nice to know that your trap spell was going to arm and trigger straight away,” Ean said with a sigh while brushing the traces of wet blood from his palm down his trouser leg.“I told you my magic is starting to depreciate. I also mentioned without Mhurl helping to keep my an’uul from closing my magic has become increasing
“Rex,” Skul said, visibly shaking, “I feel myself beginning to falter with the next step that I am required to perform, would you be my second?”“Uh,” Rex stammered, the words pulling him from his momentary brain pause, “I don’t know what is required of me in this situation.” In Rex’s mind with all the books and movies he had read and seen a ‘second’ was required to lop off the person’s head after disembowelling themselves and that did not fit into a marriage situation.“My dear, he is asking you to hold him steady, like Horken is doing for Teema,” Kiri interjected softly, adding a smile while speaking, nodding at Horken.“In that case, yes. I can do that for you,” Rex replied with a nod, visibly relieved.Moving to stand behind Skul, Rex looked over and studied how Horken was holding Teema. Copying how his arms looped under the pits of Skul, gently holding his head steady, Skul sagged a little of his weight into Rex’s grip. Rex could feel Skul’s body relax slightly under his grip, an
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