The Rise Of The Midnight Heir
But even with three combined armies, the Veyrath were overwhelming them with raw, supernatural force.
“Choose,” the second Veyrath brother demanded, raising his weapon.
Suddenly, a wounded Veyrath soldier burst through the smoke, stumbling onto the blood-soaked ground.
“Master!” the soldier gasped, his body covered in gashes.
The first brother turned sharply. “What is it? Why are you trembling?”
“The Midnight…” the soldier choked out, fighting for air. “The Midnight is back.”
The battlefield fell deathly silent.
The Veyrath brother stepped closer, his brow furrowing. “Midnight died twenty-two years ago.”