City of Light (The Traveler's Gate Trilogy Book 3)

His boots were dark and practical, his pants black, his shirt crisp white and missing the sleeves. The chains that spiraled up his tanned arms glistened in the sun, reflecting light like a steel mirror. An otherworldly cloak, woven from what looked like solid shadows, rose from the ground behind him. It flowed like a cape, untouched by the breeze,

Kai

Kai

It was such a classic move that Indirial almost wanted to let him land it, but that would remove the spirit of the game, so right when he sensed he was about to be

“This Territory...it began as dozens of empty shards, splinters of a world that came before. Perhaps all Territories begin this way. In our case, Valin was the man who bound our splinters together into one new Territory. He was, and is, our Founder.”

“This Territory...it began as dozens of empty shards, splinters of a world that came before. Perhaps all Territories begin this way. In our case, Valin was the man who bound our splinters together into one new Territory. He was, and is, our Founder.”

The Eldest was waiting for him in the forge, so he tossed the Ragnarus heart at the Nye. “Cast this into the void. Let it drift away from existence for all time.” He bowed, his sleeves folded together. “It shall be done.”

He was the powerful, all-but-immortal Incarnation standing tall after a harsh battle. He was the menace, looming over a weary swordsman who kept his blade raised in futile defiance. He was the uncaring master, carelessly discarding minions by the score, their bodies strewn all over the street. He was the traitor who had beaten Simon bloody for tryi

The Eldest was waiting for him in the forge, so he tossed the Ragnarus heart at the Nye. “Cast this into the void. Let it drift away from existence for all time.” He bowed, his sleeves folded together. “It shall be done.”