*Kael*

I never imagined I would feel pity for the tyrant who killed my family and destroyed my city.

I viewed the Beast of the West on a bloody, cracked pedestal surrounded by the bodies of hundreds of innocents, laughing as he basked in his own strength. He was always perfect: tanned muscle, neat hair, intelligent but cruel eyes—just a calculating monster who never misstepped in his conquering.

But now, the pedestal had cracked in half, and Connor ...