CHAPTER 2.2.8

She was the founder and chief of the village, starting off as a Flame of the Temple, a class under the monk in the Forgotten temples of south Angus. Fed up with male supremacy holding her down she sought a new path which led her to the Master Heads and now there she was, set to attack the capital.

"Enough of this pointless chit-chat, let's go in and sever some spines..." Deryleen shouted back, diffusing all the tension building up. Tyndale stepped in front of the rest and hoisted his arm with the sleeve strapped to it. He pulled on the cords from the sleeve bound to his fingers by clenching a fist. Some of the thousands of etches on the sleeve started to disappear, his eyes turned black, and black fumes escaped his body. The army of undead knights on the gates began moving. They swung the battering ram which shook the gates, threatening to knock them off their hinges. Jumping back with another thrust they pushed forward and knocked down the gates.

TWO HOURS AGO

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