CHAPTER 80
A Century Ago
It was a sad night for the Versipellis. They had lost many of their men in the battle, and one of them was Marcus’ brother—his only surviving relative. He had already lost so much, and now his brother was gone. He couldn’t sleep that night, and as such, he decided to keep watch for the night.
He stood watch quietly as his heart felt heavy with loss. He hoped he could find the creatures who took his brother from him and kill them. He was enraged. He heard leaves crunching beneath a foot and turned in that direction. There, in the darkness, he saw a silhouette move in the distance, and his feet moved before his brain could process.
Marcus sprinted through the dense woods, his senses heightened and sharpened to the max. He could smell the creature. The stench of
