Ronath the Armorer was a seasoned warrior, the strongest demon after Malkom. “Ronath will pay for this once I get free,” Kallen grated. The guards shoved Kallen and Malkom to their knees before the grave. Without fail, he figured his way out of seemingly impossible predicaments. Kallen muttered, “Can you see a way out of this?” those whispers of the Scârba-the abominations. In the back, a black-robed sorcerer worked at a vial-cluttered table. More guards lined the walls, with swords at the ready. Ahead, a pair of winded demon slaves stood beside a freshly dug grave. Rare crystal and glass adorned the room.Īt once, Malkom began analyzing every inch of the area for an escape. Though the floor was of packed earth, the walls were hung with rich silks and tapestries.
But his bonds were mystical Malkom was unable to teleport or break free.Īt the base of the stairs lay a subterranean chamber with an ornate throne on a dais.
“The rumors are likely untrue,” he lied, putting up a renewed resistance as the dozen guards forced them down a flight of stone steps. Malkom Slaine gazed over at his best friend, Prince Kallen the Just, wishing he had a better answer for him, anything to ease the apprehension in Kallen’s eyes.Īs the vampire guards shoved them along, deeper into their stronghold, Malkom suspected death might be welcome before the night was out.
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