Step by step, yard by yard, street by street, they approached the center of the city, where one of the greatest swordsmen of the Nameless World was desperately fighting for survival. Hadjar hoped his skills would be enough...
“Hey, barbarian.”
Hadjar turned and his heart skipped a beat. And then it skipped another. Near the wall of the opposite house, next to an opening, sat Shakh, leaning back against the masonry. A body was sticking out of the c***k in the wall, twitching, its head severed by a saber. The hands of this body, however, were empty.
The dagger with which a god had ambushed the advancing soldiers was lodged just below the young man’s collarbone. And the dark blood gushing out from it spoke volumes.
Chapter 1940
“Healers!” Hadjar dropped down beside his friend and pressed
