The Forsaken Heir

flames crackled through the halls of the Demon Citadel, and war horns echoed through t

m now, but how long

ed his obsidian goblet. The demon's hulking form was draped in

ing the goblet onto the table. "You are no

remaine

g from his seat. "There is on

yss. The air grew thick with magic, the walls pulsing with ancient runes. At last, they sto

or. The runes flared to life, and wit

altar of obsidian, was a

ng with abyssal energy. Shadows coiled around its hilt, shiftin

Draven, his ex

ows. It has only ever been wielded by

el its power calling to him, whispering in his mind. His f

gy exploded thr

red, and for a fleeting second, he saw something-not fire, not

it was

round. The blade pulsed in h

"The sword has accepted you. You are

owly, gripping th

gers, he couldn't shake the feeling that

didn't belong