Let Sleeping Giants Lie Legion Novels & Stories

"Come, Legion. The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one. The Legion. Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of the world's backbone. Their captain first. A creature with wings of smoke and iron, horns curved like the thrones of kings, eyes that blazed not with fire—but intent. Veraxis. My loyal hound. The butcher of empires. The eater of names. He went to one knee, hand to the