Sublime

Kai

Gerravon of the Silverlords remembered Ozriel. The Reaper

But the effects of his loss could not be ignored. He had made many promises—some business deals, some bribes, some of the latter disguised as the former. House Davar owed great amounts of money to a great number of people, and without her father to keep them all appeased, the creditors would soon begin making demands.

A shadow flowed from beneath the only door in the room, unfolding into a hunched figure wearing a dark gray cloak. The fabric was worn and tattered with age, and breath hissed from the darkness in his hood. “I think we opened the wrong door,” Renfei said.

“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.”

Then Kiro shook his helmeted head. “I can't. I bear greater responsibility than you can imagine.” He lifted his sword, his shield rising to match it. “And why should I make a deal with you? You're not even an Underlord.” Lindon's Blackflame madra surged, and he reached into his void key. “I don't care,” he said. Then he pulled out a cannon.

[That’s a top-quality human vessel you have.