34
Not as it Seems
Alex shuddered at the man in front of him calling him ‘little brother’, along with the inference he would join the Sundered ranks soon, the phrase causing his memory to flash back to that time so long ago—his mother’s death. He tightened his grip and went to lunge, only to feel himself slam into a barrier that formed between him and the Skull Lord. Alex struggled against the restraint.
“Relax, Alex, I mean you no harm. You are powerful; you will grow, and it’s likely your power will outstrip mine in time, but for now you are running on instinct.” The Lord gestured to a chair where a goblet of wine sat on a low table next to it. “Please, sit down. I imagine you have questions; you didn’t have to kill so many of my men, you know. My name is Simon.”
Alex felt sweat bead
