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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Lucy Wickshire

The morning air stung. Water from the floating mist soaked the fabric of one’s clothes causing them to cling to one’s body. The sun debated showing its face, yet the moon was too tired to stay around; twilight smiled. 


Walter dismounted off his horse with his entourage and approached a portal. One could see many paying their way in. He nodded to D’huile and he immediately went forward to complete the process on their behalf. He stood aside and watched as the portal rotated open and sucked in those who wished to travel into its black nothingness. The portal was a large and tall stoned doorway. 


D’huile returned to Walter’s side after a while. 


“I have rented a carrier with a few others.” he said and Walter raised a brow. 


“Those walking into the portal like that are not normal people, they are cultivators.” D’huile answered and the rest frowned. 


“Ah.” Walter said in understanding. “I thought you were one.” 


Bk 2: Chapter Four (1)