Andras looked coldly back at Ristéard. The why was easy to answer. He wanted enough wealth to leave this miserable, dying world. His family had made a fortune from the Blood Stones before he was born. The problem came from his uncle. Alcolsis had been jealous of the wealth his grandfather and father had amassed over the decades. A falling out between his grandfather and Alcolsis had made him an outcast. Andras hadn’t minded. Even as a boy, he recognized the difference between the way his family lived and that of the others in his village.
What his father hadn’t realized was that Alcolsis would build an even greater wealth by gathering followers who listened to his lies. His uncle had risen quickly, quietly killing those who resisted him, while building a steady following of those who beli
