Cyrus POV

It was still early morning by the time I got back to the royal capital of what was left of Ghysem. The tension and the pervading stench of blood did not weaken my determination, though. I had been away too long. So much had happened when I left that I don’t know. There was Drusus in the throneroom looking tired, as his psyche had recently been through lots of combat.

“It is good to see you, your Majesty," Drussus said with a bow. He was dressed in worn armor, that had the remains ...