“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
“Judging by your expression I’m guessing you aren’t going to tell us how you intend on overcoming the obstacles you described to us?” Rex asked, a little exasperated, using one of his knuckles to massage above one eye.“It’s much more fun to find out when it happens, then having the skill and aptitude to overcome any obstacles that arise while having that sort of fun, THAT is the thrill, no?” Kiri replied with a large smile.“Are you trying to tell me when you go into a battle, and something goes wrong, it’s a thrill for you?” Kealy asked, one eyebrow raised.“The deciding moment when you find out if it will be your last moment or if you have the fortitude and wits needed to overcome the surmountable odds is a thrill, yes,” Kiri replied with a knowing smile and quick nod, “But alas we will not be travelling tonight, watch Skul and Teema must be observed while the spell finalises. We will leave at dawn on the morrow, I suggest you all rest while you can.”“You’re speaking differently t
Rex and Kealy had just finished another unarmed spar, Kealy was having to pick herself up from the ground once more, “I don’t understand how your reactions are so fast. I can jump short distances between shadows, and you catch me before I can strike every blasted time.” “I don’t know what to tell you,” Rex chuckled, reaching out to clasp onto Kealy’s hand to pull her to her feet, “I can half sense, half feel where you are, so I react to that sensation.” “I told you before rogue,” Dilo growled, “It’s called battle sense. He is so focused on the fight with you, his whole body is tuned in to react to whatever you try and do. But that can also be a downside, go again.” Setting themselves up to spar once more, Rex soon gained the upper hand in the fight when Dilo suddenly shot into Rex while standing out of his sight range. She was just about to strike him in the kidney when he rolled his body slightly, causing the blow to be a glancing strike instead, catching her wrist from the overext
Once the goodbyes had been finished, and Skul was walking through to the edge of the clearing holding Teema’s hand, Kiri turned to the group left, “I have let go of the magic involved with the multiple summons I had prowling the forest to prepare for what is next, I need about ten more minutes, and we will be able to begin the journey ourselves. I will require the assistance of all battle-ready individuals during this process though.” “We are all battle ready except for Venya, “Rex said, a hint of confusion creeping into his voice, “What will we need to be ready for?” “Battle obviously,” Dilo growled, shaking her head. After a quick sigh of frustration from Rex at her comment, Dilo smirked and held out her hand to him, “I will need the use of my sword if we need to be ready to fight.” Kealy was the only person to object, “Wait! You took that from her because she attacked us, how do we know once she has her sword and our attention is elsewhere, that she will not resume her earlier a
“He is speaking to someone, I can hear the difference in vocal tones. How in the nine hells would someone else be in a snake’s mouth to be speaking with him?” Dilo asked, her eyes furrowing in confusion. “That should be impossible,” Kealy breathed, still having her ear against the throat of the giant snake. She was about to speak again when the skin pushed outward abruptly, close to her face causing her to recoil away sharply in alarm. “The f**k was that?” “He is attempting to cut his own way out?” Dilo postulated, scowling at the snake’s skin jerking outward in constant pulses. “A heroic exit through the neck of a twenty-foot snake after being swallowed? Of course he would,” Kealy sighed, smiling while shaking her head slightly. “He does this often?” Dilo asked, raising an eyebrow at Kealy. “Irritatingly. There are stories of him being involved with a soul transfer from a Djinn to a beast, fighting a tenaculum, he was instrumental in turning the tide of a large battle by charging
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