The hallway stretched before him like a throat.
Dark wood floors, darker walls. Doors closed on either side, their surfaces warped with age. Paint peeling in long strips that hung like dead skin. Through a cracked window at the hall's end, he glimpsed the manor's east
Merchant sailor Cael Morevan arrives in Valorfen expecting a routine stop. Instead, he finds warships, soldiers, and conscription orders. His life is about to change forever.
He woke gasping for air.
The breath caught in his throat, sharp and painful. His lungs burned. For a moment he couldn't remember anything—not his name, not where he was, not how he'd gotten here.
Only darkness. Only fear.
*ABC, Thomas. Airway, breathing, circulation.* Training
Cardinal-General Matthias Corven proposes an alliance with demons to defeat Valorheim's blood mages. The Council votes, and Corven performs the ritual that will change everything.
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