TYR

“Keep up, or fall behind and be forgotten!”

The command left my lips like a blade drawn in anger. My men spurred their horses, their hooves pounding harder against the earth to match my pace.

The morning was chilling, and yet heat coiled inside me restlessly. Froky had asked for a meeting. He had requested it as though he and I could sit across from each other and exchange words instead of steel.

The very thought burned me. He was still basking in the glory Magnikka had those long ...