CHAPTER 86

“Focus on the ladder,” Aedion snarled to the
soldiers shrinking from the handsome demon
prince who stepped onto the city walls as if he
were merely entering a room.
He wore no armor. Nothing but a black
tunic cut to his lithe body.
The Valg prince smiled. “Prince Aedion,”
purred the thing inside it, drawing a sword
from a dark sheath at his side. “We’ve been
waiting for you.”
Aedion struck.
He did not have magic, did not have
anything to combat the dark power in the