CHAPTER THREEThe immortals had insisted on accompanying General Tullica to the capital of Bucansi, Swanshore, where the queen resided in her palace. Swanshore was located on the northern edge of Bucansi and was surrounded by natural beauty, with lush green land meeting deep blue waters.
The group stood in a palace hallway with white marble walls and geometric floor tiles. The general knew that having the immortals here with him was a bad idea.
Of course, he hadn’t really had a choice in the matter. And by the looks of it, Periolos wasn’t here by choice, either. Sinnafain had dragged him here and now had a restraining hand on him. The forest nymph’s green eyes were darting around the hall, taking in all the wood on display and focusing on the exits. A sheen of dew was forming on his canop
