Kael didn’t remember how he got there.
One moment, he was tracking enemy movements along the Blood River Pass.
The next, the world twisted into black.
Now, he stood inside a stone hall lit by cold, unnatural fire.
At the far end of the room stood a man who looked like him.
But older.
Colder.
The same eyes.
Same jaw.
Same rage.
“You know who I am,” the man said.
Kael’s hand went to his blade. “You’re the one they call the Shadow General.”
The man grinned. “And you are what I left behind.”
Back at camp, Ivy paced the war tent.
Reports poured in from the scouts: Kael was missing. His unit was ambushed.
And the Bloodfang army had doubled in size overnight.
“How?” Ivy demanded. “Where are they pulling numbers from?”
Ember entered, breathless. “I found something.”
She unrolled
