The Wyrmling Horde

Only the small folk of the world presented any threat now, and that threat was dissipating too.

Darkling Glories were already flying in every direction, hunting down the small folk, looking for those who might have given themselves to his enemies as Dedicates.

Within a matter of days, the entire world would be under his sway.

The little mouse in the back of his skull fretted and squeaked its imprecations. 'Your dying amuses me, Areth,' Despair whispered. 'Draw it out for as long as you like.'

Despair smiled. He could sense Fallion. At this very moment, the young man was on his way home.