Todos los capítulos de The Loyal Spartan: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 42

The western valley was a slaughterhouse. The stench of blood and bile hung thick in the air, a cloying, metallic perfume that clung to the back of the throat. We had ridden hard, pushing our horses to the brink, the scout’s frantic message a constant, drumming beat in my skull. The sounds of the final battle had faded by the time we crested the ridge, leaving an unnerving silence in its wake, a silence broken only by the groans of the dying and the distant, grim orders of Androkles’s men.I saw it from a distance, a tableau of brutal finality. Two bodies, sprawled in the mud, their heads severed from their shoulders, their armor dented and bloodied. Even from afar, I knew them. Eugenius, the tyrant, and Nikos, the fallen Zeus. Two men who fathered sons but were never truly fathers. And standing over them, a lone, blood-soaked figure, was Androkles. His axe was slung on his back, his head bowed, his shoulders slumped with a weight that had nothing to do with exhaustion. A faint, red