The aftermath of the siege was swift and absolute. The Storm-Keep, once a symbol of northern terror, was completely subdued. The remaining Lightning Guards were stripped of their weapons and herded into the central courtyard, guarded by the elite Blood Moon shadows. There was no resistance left in them. Watching their invincible Alpha fall and their fortress break had shattered their morale completely.
Marcus stood near the shattered iron gates, his silver armor stained with soot and blood. He watched coldly as two heavily built Blood Moon warriors dragged a chained, unconscious Victor out of the keep. The former tyrant was wrapped in the very heavy iron chains he had used to draw power, neutralizing any residual static in his system. They tossed him unceremoniously into the back of a hea
