Seeing an exhausted Karinna and Cassius join them, Rex changed the topic quickly, “Before I explain what I know about the godking, how is Grub?” “Surprisingly resilient,” Karinna replied, rubbing her hands over her face before speaking. “So, he will make it?” Kealy asked. After a pensive expression, Karinna nodded, “It will take quite some time for him to be mobile once more, the damage to his shoulder and the amount of blood he lost was significant. But I believe he will make it through with only a scar to show.” “And a ridiculous story about how he saved us,” Venya sighed with a slight smirk, this comment getting a chuckle from Rex, Dilo and Kealy. “Now the topic of Grub has been discussed, I think I speak for everyone when I believe we all want to know what it is you know about a man so mysterious and powerful, only a handful of people have even met him, let alone know anything about his background that has not been told in the stories,” Dilo growled, leaning forward eagerly.
Rosie thought for only a second before nodding, “I agree with whatever method you have.”“That may be a decision you’ll come to regret as the magic assaults your mind,” Kiri replied, half amused.“Better than death I suppose,” Rosie shrugged.“It will be indeed better than death,” Kiri agreed, turning to Rex. “I will apply pressure, through magic to a part of her brain that holds memories. In turn after a bit of searing pain, she will have those memories locked away until you give her the trigger word.”“You must be powerful to be able to magically suppress memories,” Karinna said, squinting suspiciously as Kiri.“It is magic that I loathe to use, but in this instant, is better than the girl’s death. Don’t you agree?” Kiri replied, raising an eyebrow at Karinna.After a few moments of deep thought, Karinna sighed and then nodded, “I can see she wanted to accept Rex’s proposal, but her oath prevented it. So yes, I do suppose it is the best option in this instance.”Turning back to face
“That’s our Rex,” Kealy snickered, shaking her head, “Pulling off the impossible.”“I don’t understand,” Rex shrugged, seeing Kiri was still flicking her eyes between the tattoo and his face. “I was there for five days in your memory, did some fishing, hunted a few werebeasts, and a mountain troll and then got hit on the back of the skull from a hill knoll. After I successfully completed a solo hunt of a wool-coated tembo, elder Mwindaji gave me this.” He lifted his forearm to show the small tattoo.Hearing of Rex’s achievements shocked Kiri even further, “You did all of that in only five days?” Then her brows knitted in confusion, “I’m not sure how five memory days went by in the space of just over one hour of real-time, something isn’t right.”“Should’ve brought Grub,” the man sullenly whined, “Sounds like Grub could have gotten skin mark hunting of those beasties. Knowing wonky leg, they would have been the big beasties too!”“A fully grown tembo is a master hunter’s prey, who sugg
Smarluuten turned to face Dilo, one side of his lips curling back, revealing even more teeth, “Your nest mate does not smell your origins?”“Well no. We must use words to pass that sort of information on, and he had not,” Dilo growled, her words raspier than usual from the shock still coursing through her.“That was something I had yet to share with anyone,” Rex sighed, reaching out to put a hand on Dilo’s. “Not the way I wanted anyone to find out, but what Smarluuten says is true, while in my realm, I was soul bonded with a dragon. His name was Fafnir.”“You share blood with the son of the eldest?” Smarluuten breathed, his small eyes widening, one of his hands trembling slightly. “We must pay homage to the high bloods. I will make all arrangements.”“No!” Rex said, getting to his feet sharply, the action startling both Smarluuten and Dilo. “I cannot have anyone else know about this unless I wish to have them told.”“But…” Smarluuten started to hiss, almost pleading, “As a lesser, I m
Seeing Carey ready for a fight, Brend and his retinue all drew their weapons.“Stop you fool!” Carey said, rounding on Brend with a snarl, “This many people exchanging blows will be too loud and will draw the guard's attention. If I am reported killing any of the lizard’s guards, the godking will have ALL our heads for disturbing the peace accord.”“I didn’t think a master assassin would know fear,” Dilo asked with a smirk, raising an eyebrow.“Careful with your words young experiment,” Carey warned, turning back to Dilo and waggling a finger, grinning slightly. “You will not always be inside of the lizard’s protection.”“Then you should know that the moment she leaves this town, I will have her back,” Rex said, meeting Carey’s glare without fear.“I have been told you are a strange one, but do not doubt for a second that I could gut you like a fish if I wanted,” Carey said, patting his daggers confidently.“Oh my,” Kiri said, smirking, “Is that the scent of fear I can smell on the ai
Entering through the portal after Dilo and Kiri, Rex’s eyes widened. He had known he could open quite an impressive magical space, but this seemed even more than he thought he had done.“You’ve outdone yourself,” Dilo growled with a broad smile, looking around the large, flat open space. “Last time I was in here, it barely contained that cottage over there.” She was pointing to a small log cabin Rex had placed inside just before putting Dilo in here for the first time.“I’ve opened more space than I expected,” Rex said, stretching through the burst of chest pain he felt from the effort.“I do not think this much space will be needed, I can only imagine the strain it will put on you to keep it maintained,” Kiri said, placing a hand on Rex’s arm, and leaning into him.“Seems ok for now,” Rex shrugged. He could only feel the slightest pinch in his chest at the present.“Yes, and the more we bring in here, the more strain it will put on you. That and keeping the zone temperate enough to g
With only an hour left before their arranged time to be at Smarluuten’s mansion, Rex and his group readied themselves for the upcoming festivities.Cassius had loaned Rex a light cotton white shirt, covering that was a short sleeve shiny black leather coat with gold buttons down the front. He wore black slacks with a spare pair of Cassius’s tanned-coloured leather ankle boots. Karinna had made alterations to the outfit so it fit Rex’s frame snugly.“What is this made from?” Rex asked, feeling the smooth leather coat.“To the east, there are swamp lands surrounding a large number of stone crypts. No one knows who is buried or why they are there, but there is a wide range of creatures that reside in the swamp. One such animal is a black deathclaw wolf. Its hide can be tanned, and what your wearing is the result,” Cassius said, aligning his own red vest, which was similar in appearance to the one Rex was wearing but had a breast watch dangling from a chain that was hooked through the cor
“Introduce a humble one to the companions who are deemed worthy enough to travel with someone such as yourself,” Smarluuten hissed to Rex, bowing slightly.“This is Dilo, Kealy, Grub, Venya, Karinna, Cassius and…” Rex said, smiling while pointing to each companion that had fanned out behind him, each member bowing their head as Rex pointed them out, getting cut off before the last member.“Kiri,” Smarluuten growled, his smile fading, and his red eyes narrowed to slits.“My, it has been quite some time,” Kiri smirked, dipping her head, slightly slanted to one side so she could keep an eye on the lizard.“Not long enough,” Smarluuten hissed, baring his teeth.“You asked for my entire nest to be present for this, Kiri is a part of my nest,” Rex said, stepping between the two, raising one eyebrow at Smarluuten.“Wait,” Smarluuten hissed, cocking his head slightly, “She agreed to serve under you?”“Gladly,” Kiri said before Rex could reply, a broad smile on her lips.“Without bloodshed? Or
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