Chapter 2
The End Hawk scrambled up a small bank and hid behind a tree, panting and exhausted. He wondered why Aamon had created this twisted forest to play out the battle. Why not simply slaughter his men on the open plains? But who knows how a demon’s mind works? Twisted, he guessed. And twisted, tortured, and deadly this forest had proven to be.
Seeker, his sword, fed him energy, replenishing his strength. He took a few more deep breaths, and once more re-joined the madness. The acri...
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