Lucy Wickshire is feared across realms because of her family history. The thraines have always been a clan of passive warriors that one dared not provoke. Still, it did not stop those above from breaking the pact and descending into the rankless world to kill Lucy's mother. Seeing her mother die before her eyes, Lucy had understood then; she was not a child anymore, she was a threat. It was either them or her. So she straightened her back and reigned down fear that put her mother's legacy to shame. As long as she lived, all realms must kneel or burn. 
You are about to read the accounts of Lucy Wickshire and the millions of bodies burned as a backdrop to her rage.

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It was as if one had stepped into the land of the dead. Silence hunted the grounds, as eyes moved to Lord of Merve's calm figure. 


"Rubbish! This is a ploy to take the throne!" Official Ghuil's outburst awoke everyone. 


"Are you claiming that the religion fabricated this?" the priest asked and the temperature of the hall plummeted. Official Ghuil almost choked at this. This was a clear case of dropping stone on one's foot. Even if he had a thousand lives, he would not dare accuse the religion of anything. Even if one wanted to question the king's last words, the religion being in possession of it meant this was the authentic document. No one dared to think it was fake, lest one is questioning the integrity of the religion. Official Ghuil fell on his knees and kowtowed to the priest. 


"Forgive this mad man, esteemed priest. I dare not speak against the religion." he begged. 


Chapter Twenty-two (19)