The Forsaken Heir

d, but his spirit unbroken. He stood at the edge of the training pit, w

entor, his tormentor, and one of the High Warlords of the underworld. Beside h

emon

to this. The weight of their power pressed against him like a

proval and suspicion. "You survived," he said, his vo

nding tall despite the pain

dark flame, leaned forward. Lord Malakar, Keeper of

omething diffe

ors. The other Demon Lords exchanged glances. They had sense

hed his fist

"Tell me, boy. What power di

ing. Draven knew that any sign

to remain blank, he met

ilence f

aughed-a deep, rumbling sound

true warrior does not quest

stare lingered on Draven, as if searching for something hidden benea

gment w

ss, you have proven your strength." He turned to th

rs roared

the hall, Draven felt it-the shadow of doubt

dn't tr

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er di