LOGINLuz’s amber gaze followed Amelia’s movement to his side, her presence beside him feeling both familiar and dangerously distracting. “Good job yourself,” he replied curtly, his attention shifting back to the tactical situation. His armoured form turned to face Supervivente, the old man’s offer of assistance registering with calculated consideration. “Opening the gate from inside requires either the captain’s key or several keys; or magical disenchantme
Mar closed the distance in two strides, his arms wrapping around Emile with a ferocity that was almost painful. He pulled her against his chest, burring his face in her mahogany hair, his shoulders shaking as the first sob tore free from his throat. “I never did,” he choked out, his voice thick and raw. “Not for a single day. Not for one damn day, Emile.” He held her like she might dissolve if her loosened his grip, his hands pressing into her back as if trying to anchor her to the world. Around them, the tavern seemed to fade– the smell of smoke, the distant sounds of the conquered city, Escuro watching for the table– none of its mattered. He pulled back just enough to cup her face in both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that spilled down her cheeks.“Strom has passed,” Emile muttered. “But hangs above the deep waters like lighting waiting to stroke.” Mar’s hands stilled on her cheeks. The words were
Mar let out a short, humourless bark of laugh. “Eagerly arguing. Right. That is what happens when you tear down the walls of a city and leave the people to pick over the carcass.” He leaned back, the old chair groaning under his weight. “You are a terrible liar, Escuro. Even after eight years, you still talk like a boy trying to convince himself he is doing something noble.” He stared at Escuro, as the man who had carved a path of destruction across the continent. “So,” Mar said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. “You have taken the city. You have broken the Santo Order. You have got your throne. Now what? Are you going to keep playing soldier until there is nothing left to fight?”“No, my goal has never been titles or cities. I want what I have always wanted, for the Santo Order to fall. No matter the cost,” Escuro said, taking another sip of rum. “We found her.” The glass in Mar’s han
Escuro stepped off the boat behind Mar, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the docks. “The trip took longer than expected.” Escuro said defensively. “Who is she,” Mar asked. “Escuridade,” Escuro answered quickly. Escuridade gave Mar a cold look before turning back to Escuro. “More have joined out cause, we are ready to strike Krent.” She said calmly. “Krent,” Mar said, his voice dangerously quiet. He stepped between Escuro and the Escuridade, his large frame cutting off the line of sight. “You are talking about an invasion. You are talking about burning towns.” He looked at Escuro, searching his face. “I brought you one my ship to find my daughter, not to be part of some crusade,” Mar growled, his hand resting on the hilt of the knife at his belt. “You said you wanted to free the impure. You did not say you wanted to turn every port into a funeral pyre.” Es
“A specimen,” Mar said, the word tasting foul in his mouth. “They are keeping her like a caged bird to see what song she sings.” He turned away, pacing the narrow deck of the Sea Wraith. His mind was racing through every port he had ever docked in, every rumour he had heard in smoky taverns. “If she is useful to them, they will not burn her,” Mar muttered, more to himself than Escuro. “They will keep her somewhere secure. Somewhere far from the docks.” “I am gathering an army,” Escuro said suddenly. “To fight against the Santo Order. To free those they deem impure. Hopefully on day we will find her.” Mar stopped pacing. Hee turned slowly, his blueish grey eyes fixed on Escuro with an expression that was hard to read– half disbelief half something darker. “An army,” Mar repeated, the word landing heavily between them. “You are a boy in black robes talking about armies,
Ever swing of Escuro’s longsword was deliberate and controlled, allowing him to break through their formation. One by one the guards fell. One fled, running into the city depths. When the last guard who stood his ground fell, the long sword impaling his chest, he fell onto the floor and tried to crawl away, his armoured limbs scraping across the wood floors of the docks. When he when limb, his head fell forward and his helmet rolled of his head across the docks, bouncing twice before spinning to a stop. A group of dock workers came forward at first they silently looked over the dead bodies and then Escuro. despite the dark aura emanating from his form, the workers picked up tools along the docks and lunched forward. Escuro dropped the sword and dogged their attacks. Without killing them he knocked the dock workers out and then went walked over to the pile of bodies. He gently turned Salvaxe over to see his face. From the look in Salvaxe’s eyes, Escur
As the Sea Wraith cleared the mouth of the Distrito de Canle harbour, the wind caught its canvas in full, driving the ship confidently into the open sea. The city shrank behind her, its stone buildings slowly dissolving into the hazy distance as the coastline curved away. Waves struck the bow with steady rhythms, sending sprays of cool seawater across the deck while the ship rose and fell with graceful determination. Every timber seemed to come alive beneath the force of the wind, from the groaning hull to the swaying masts and singing rigging overhead. Mar stood at the stern with on hand resting upon the tiller, his blueish grey eyes fixed on the endless horizon where sea and sky merged beneath drifting grey clouds. The Sea Wraith cut through the black water with barely a sound, her hull hugging the shadows of the jagged coastline as it approached Cidade dos Escravos. Mar sat at the helm; his greyish blue eyes fixed on the distant glow of Cidade dos Escravos&rs
The Corrompido army fell into formation behind them, black banners snapping in the increasingly strong wind. “Tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any point,” Luz called out over the rhythmic clatter of hooves on packed earth. The destrier’s powerful strides ate up ground rapidly, leaving the slo
Luz froze mid-turn, his crimson eyes locking onto her form in the midnight blue fabric. The fabric clung to her curves in a way that sent a jolt of heat through him, awakening parts of himself he had though dead long ago. His breath caught in his throat. “I– of course,” he managed, his voice drop
“I don’t mind being consumed either,” Amelia said softly. “You don’t know what you are saying,” Luz whispered harshly, his hands trembling slightly as they frame Amelia’s face. “Being consumed means becoming a monster. Losing everything that makes you human.” The darkness on his chest pulsed viol
Luz’s grip on Amelia’s red hair tightened slightly, both painfully but demanding obedience. The black vein on his neck pulsed furiously as the Darkness within him sensed the victory– this human soul willingly surrendering herself. “You will sleep in my quarters and eat at my table. Every Corrompi







