~Lucian~

I'd fought in dozens of battles. I'd killed rogues, traitors, challengers. I'd seen blood and death and violence in every form.

But I'd never seen anything like this.

The courtyard was a slaughterhouse. Bodies everywhere—Nightshade, Stonefang, rogues, it didn't matter. The rogues fought with no strategy, no sense of self-preservation. They just attacked anything that moved, like rabid animals.

And in the middle of it all, Elder Magnus stood like some dark god, his chanting ...