The Nova Sanctum drifted like a storm that never ended. Its shadow crawled across mountains, plains, deserts, and seas, and everywhere it passed, silence followed.
The Boar Nation was gone, its tusked king broken in the dirt. Before the smoke had even faded, Lucian set the ship forward. The crew did not question him. Karl sharpened his claws in restless anticipation, Lucy sat polishing her blade in silence, and Kaelis, curled on Lucian's shoulder, grinned as though he already knew how this path would end.
The first to fall were the Vultures. Their cliffs had risen proud, jagged towers piercing the clouds, nests stretching as far as sight could reach. They thought the sky belonged to them.
Lucian proved otherwise.
