The King

ellscape is

e ravenous stomachs of the gods. The sky riles itself into battle with storms of black clouds

htning flares and morphs into forks of blood red. It screeches

black structure shaped like a massive, sprawled claw, a splay of jagged l

, he sneaks a cautious look at him. Aware of his presence, Vilnus's back remains turned to him, his intangibl

at sidles his flank and he bends the knee. With his face to the earthen gro

ys with a boisterous vo

stiff inches, barely looking

Dophan has perished, and Urus has been f

o a lethal leer. "They will

, he confirms with m

the Vulkra, are thei

dant certitude. "Our allies from the east have equipped the herd

e of his own destruction that will tear his world asunder, and the lands w

y. "There has been word, Your

and his eyes explode

" he utters

gerly. "He lives. Ou

et and heaves him to his face. The adjutant is overawed by the putrid odour of Vilnus's heavy respiring, b

belligerently jostles the adjutant as if to shake t

his words. "His aura did perish, but it seems his mig

fortlessly pierces through his skin. "Do you know what this means

rp breath—invigorate

the edge as he curls his talo

y side when we force Urium to its knees. His own arrogance has spelt their annihilati

egions of Ulris forces. Battalions of black-armoured troops rowed in a faultless precision

nd terror, and the High King will obliviously be leading the