TYR

The shadows shrieked around me, wrapping me in their cold embrace as I drifted through the air above the charging horde.

Their cries were agony to others, but to me they were hymns of power. I loved them, and they loved me just as much. The wind tore past, thick with the stench of bloodlust from thousands of men racing beneath me. I sighed in contentment as I let the darkness slip through me like breath itself.

I had been right about Zuri.

The girl had let her power loose and the ...