Captive Slave 93

Chapter 93

GREYROCK, THE NORTHERN WING

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

Grand Lord Zaiper hummed a tune of triumph as he glided along the labyrinthine corridors. The cool stones beneath his feet echoed with each step, carrying the promise of a future hewn to his will.

All the hard work he had put in would finally pay off, and he would ascend to the grand throne of Urekal.

"My lord," a passing laborer gasped, bowing so low his sweat-slicked forehead nearly touched the floor.

"Good day to you as well, he replied, his grin stretching really wide..

Their flinches, the way their heads snapped back to their tasks lite frightened sparrows, were a satisfying tribute.

On this blessed day, his heart was filled with sheer delight. Once he became the grand king, his next agenda would be to eliminate the law of the four rulers.

He would be the sole ruler of his people.

To achieve such a goal would undoubtedly take years-perhaps even cent nail

the people would resist him tooth and

But Zaiper had all the time in the world. That was one of the perks of living a long, long life.

Eventually, they would submit. They had no choice, he would be their undisputed ruler, his word their unbreakable law.

Rounding a corner, the rhythmic clash of the training grounds abruptly ceased.

They were his finest warriors-his trusted hidden soldiers-specially trained for countless centuries. They stood at attention, their stances as rigid as the ancient stone of the fortress itself. Their commander, Razarr, broke formation and stepped forward

well beyond earshot, he turned. "Mobilize

target?" Razarr's voice

Zaiper's eyes glittered with a cold light. That wretched boy must die. The beast's rampage last night... the way it protected the boy... fueled the gnawing

information out of one of the southern wine's

pieces for molesting the boy! For his scent

beast be killed tomorrow? Is there still a need to

with the feral, something inexplicable, and it's all connected to that boy. It makes me uneasy. Before

assemble a

his lips before he armed to

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the elite."

features. "For

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The slaves convene at the square outside Ravenshadow, this evening. Strike after, when he makes for home. The forest offers perfect cover. If all goes according to

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but it will weaken him significantly. If he is struck by more than a few, it will surely be fatal. Hence, I require the elites for this task. I am not willing to take any chances. One of those arrows aimed

EMERIEL

evening painted the sky in streaks of molten gold and fiery rose as the sun slipped behind the

Emeriel trudged along the familiar path back to the fortress his footsteps soft on the

sheer intensity of it

to in

understood the

could survive a real feeding those tiny, little sips from

he could scarcely believe he had fed King Daemonika, although the

when the beast's unyielding body began to shake,

being careful not to

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