“Do you not know who they are? What they have done?!”
Remus’ muscles tensed, memories filling his mind of their village being razed by Rostislav. Of battles fought and information gathered over the years.
Romulus, also anxious at the thought of facing that beast, released a soft but notable growl.
Sensing their apprehension, the shaman slid off the table, stepping towards them. Releasing her grip on her staff, it floated in place, her hands pressing against each of their stomachs.
“You are the children of Achak the beast executioner and Lilith the assassin. You are the grandsons of Harou the Indomitable. The blood you carry within you has been etched in the hearts and minds of this world for centuries before your birth. You come from brilliant assassins and mighty warriors. Only…” In a
