Shadow Heir
But it could also kill everyone in the hall, friend and foe alike.
The heir caught his eye, as if sensing his hesitation. “If you have something, now’s the time, Shadow Heir.”
The name hit like a hammer. Not whispered, not hidden—spoken in the open, with every soldier and assassin within earshot.
The Creed leader, a tall man with a raven-feather clasp at his cloak, laughed from across the hall. “So the rumors were true. The last of the Shadowblood walks among them.” His blade rose, pointing at Eolan. “Take him alive.”