Chapter 135

Clavin pressed his fingers to the arm band, a stolen piece of brimstone embedded in it. He loathed how ornamental it looked, when it was far more precious than any gemstone, Ruby or diamond encountered on a rock floating in space. It was a watered version of Earth but he prefered it that way. To believe in something bigger than himself. As for Brimstones, if he wished to collect them all, he can't do it without Issa's help. And Issa would question his intentions.

Silas was a Karou. A wizard and a protector of the realm, of the old order inaugurated by the coven. Had it been Militia of Trackers and Valhallas, he would have had deployed an army (even though it went against his base instincts) to breach the highest ranks and get the brimstones for himself. But this was a matter of Coven (which no longer existed)- but families passed on duties generation after generation. Brimstones were alive, they had a weird pulsing connection with members of families bestowed to protect them. And in