'Ravos… he's the benefactor,' Kieran thought, his stomach twisting into knots as the realisation settled like a stone in his gut.
Ravos- the same Ravos that had been cast out, condemned, and thought to be buried in history- had returned… And he had not returned to ask for a place in Eldoria.
No. He had returned to burn it all down.
He, once a talented servant of Eldoria, now stood as the role played in Eldoria's downfall, the master of Zavareth's might.
Kieran felt his limbs freeze as the weight of it all bore down on him.
"Windbreak was merely the beginning," Ravos spoke, his voice a cold spooky tone as his skeletal hand tapped on the table, "The dragon was our first triumph, but it will not be the last… I have already given my contribution and filled the cost of the first summoning ritual, as agreed."
King Aldros leaned forward, his sharp yellow eyes narrowing with interest. His youth betrayed his ambition, but the arrogance that laced his every movement was unmistakable.
