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Sian readied his war ax --The Møriør are hts! Sian knehere his loyalty lay Why had Rune allowed Josephine to live after she’d taken his blood?

Because shethe Møriør for a fe Rune focused his gaze at the battalions of demon warriors below Every one of thosevictory fro the triu the Møriør

Allixta asked, --This arive theet this over with--

Rune nodded --Good warring, Møriør-- As he awaited Blace, Darach, and Sian’s charge, Rune’s thoughts turned to ain Perdishian’s training yard, growing more and more frustrated In the distance, Kolossós, one of the first to join Orion, had been having soet--had quaked

Orion had appeared beside Rune "How fares this, archer?"

"I don’t understand why I can’t take up a sword and leave this bow to another" He’d pointed an arrow at Blace, sparring with Sian "The va ht his half brother Saetthan on equal footing Saetthan carried the sword of their ancestors, a weapon passed down through generations The ancientborn: Titania, the second of the three great fey realhtly proud of that weapon But then, he’d always enjoyed lording over Rune anything he’d inherited as the legitimate Sylvan heir

Orion had said, "Could you match Blace’s talents? Become our swordsman?"

Rune showed promise But he could never be better than Blace

Just then Uthyr had soared overhead, unleashing a streaon had flown into the fla his scales Yet another fantastically powerful Møriør

Orion had gazed up with his fatho?"

Rune had scowled Already he’d felt as if he didn’t belong here Blace was the oldest vaes Sian was the prince of hells, son to the first deeneration Møriør after his sire had died

Rune? A killer from the shadows and a whore

"Just as the Møriør are limbs of one entity, that bowon, Orion had said, "Reuards? Rune had called, "My fingertips will be shredded"

Without turning back, Orion had spoken into his mind --Did you think to become the Archer without pain?--

Rune roused froave his fearsoh that aric arrows to cover the two, though they had no need of help From the icy forest beyond, Darach howled, fresh on the trail of soh