Chronicles of the starblood inheritance.

atrol commander, received a report from one of his soldiers. The air carried the acrid scent of smoke, and

mouth hung heavy in the air,

s fair share of bloodshed. Seventeen of those villages had been raided repeatedly over t

st him. He needed a vantage point -a place to see beyond the immediate chaos. He fastest horses were saddled, their hoove

sprawled like a wounded beast. Homes smoldered, and the cries of the injured pierced the air. He'd witnessed this scene to

, and broken families. He knew their tactics -their brutality. They were no me

on. He turned to a soldier, eyes aflame. "Go," he commanded. "ride to captain Klaus. Tell him it's an

he distance, racing toward the outpost gates. Ryker watched, heart pounding, willing the

fists, hatred and duty intertwining. Tonight, they would stand – against darkness, and d

s a well-worn rule: scream the emergency message, pierce the silence, and gain swift entry to the inner sa

d in the crucible of battle, his veins humming with human magic. The lineage of Lyor flowed through him: eldest son of the legendary fire

s like a blow. Anger mixed with

in raid -the two words that haunted their nights, gnawed at their defenses.

gaze swept the courtyard, assessing the dwindling ranks of defenders. They were stretched

nd Meleona -the prodigy, the flame haired girl with eyes older than her years -she rides with

to question. "Sir," he stammered, "the raiders outn

eventy and five souls stand here -the last bastion against the tide. And yes, they call me 'brother' -Robert, Calvin and the rest of you

destruction. Yet here they were, relentless as ever. Klaus's grip tightened on his sword. "We

ead towards the northern legion and seek for reinforcement. The moon watched, silent witness to their defiance. And as they rode towar

gnawing at his resolve. Five hours had slipped by like elusive shadows, and still, there was no sign of a promising reinf

is restless spirit. And then there he was -Klaus, striding purposefully toward the camp. The metallic cla

But where Ryker's talents lay in the art of physical combat, klaus possessed a rare affinity for human magic – the elusive light that danced on the edge

t the weight of their shared past, the battles fought side by side, the laughter and tears woven int

is voice edged with regret. "that's all I could muster." Thirty soldiers -barely enough to tip the scales

om for niceties. They stepped into the dimly lit tent; the air thick with tension. Ryker's mind raced. W

e forged in the crucible of war. Klaus led the way, his steps sure, his eyes scanning the darkness.

soldier in these very woods. Now, destiny had thrust them into a battle that would define their legacy.

with anticipation. The occasion? King leones himself had journeyed north to witness firsthand how his realm fended off the relentless invaders

tic Dwarf King. Siege weapons were scarce, and the war with the human kingdom of Lyvendra raged on.

journey had been arduous -more than five hours since he left the remote northwest outpost. Fatigue clung to him like a second skin

hing. She was the fiercest of the five generals, having inherited her position from General Jamale. Her reputation preceded her: stric

ng off the stone walls. Finally, the message reached general Katerine's ears. She listened; her expression inscrutable. The city's safety was paramount: the ceremony cou

t with an elite squad at Klaus's side, they could turn the tide. The soldiers, relieved yet anxious, found so

e hard, chasing the fading moon and raising sun. as the city's celebration cont