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

A chill ran down Lizzy’s spine as Sol opened her mouth to speak, “We have come for the mortal jewels.” she said and Lizzy immediately felt the dangerous stare turn sinister. The next moment, space warped and she was standing in a grey room. Suddenly confused by the change, she looked around, only to recognize this room. This was the Nether Lord’s study. She was back in the Nether Palace in the Nether World. She spun to look towards the raised platform and just as she had guessed, he was sitting there, causing her to stiffen. 


“You are bold. Not even a few weeks since you left the palace and you have gone into such a place.” he said. His voice seemed to be soft as she heard it as though spoken just by her ears, yet it had a hint of echo in it. This was the first time he had ever spoken to her. 


“Why did you bring me here?” she asked cautiously and he remained silent. She could not tell what his expression was, as he had his face behind the dark mask. 


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