Two scores. I needed to add another one to my victory chariot to ensure I was strong enough when the right time arrived to stake my claim over this pack.
Time to head to the Southern Border. I had to pick up where Vance failed to come to an agreement with those rogues. When I arrived at the battlefield, it felt like a place where the world had simply given up.
. The air was a stagnant mix of wet pine needles and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to have leached into the very soil over decades of skirmishes. Out here, the polished marble of the packhouse felt like a fever dream. This was the reality of the Eclipse Star, mud, grey skies, and the constant, low-frequency sizzle of a threat that never slept.
Korgan, that filthy rogue leader, showed up from nowhere and stood ten feet
