CHAPTER 83
A Century Ago
Marcus stood in the clearing. A vast expanse of barren ground, burned due to the war, and eventually declared a neutral ground. It was a dead zone between territories where the Versipellis and the Vrykolakas could tread without consequences.
There, a cloaked figure stood. He was an emissary, but his figure did not cast any shadow on the ground.
Marcus noticed the anomaly and cast the emissary a questioning look which he ignored.
He had come to the old boundary stone out of instinct more than strategy. He knew in his gut that he needed to be there. The war front line had gone quiet. Too quiet. His soldiers were uneasy and came up with various theories. The soldiers murmured of a storm coming, but Marcus knew it wasn’t the weather they sensed.
It was him. The s
