Theirs To Possess And Ruin
Zach had been taken very far away from this realm to another one called Vyrnhold, a dark, brutal place where the skies were always gray and the ground was sharp with black stone.
He said the attack that separated us wasn’t random. Some rogue group from Vyrnhold had come through a hidden rift, grabbed him, and dragged him back through. They kept him chained for months, beating him, forcing him to fight in pits for their entertainment.
But Zach was Zach, he didn’t break. He watched, learned and found weak spots. One night he killed his guards, stole their weapons, and started climbing. He fought his way up, pack by pack, until he reached the top. Now he was one of the warlords there, respected