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

“Come closer.” he repeated and she considered her options. If she wanted to run, where would she run. This man was an entity, if he wished to catch her, it will be as easy as catching a swaddling baby crawling from his mother. After considering that he needed her help and as such would not kill her, she moved forward. She took the small stairs by the side to climb up the platform till she was standing before him. Only this close did she notice he was basically a giant. 


“You were not this big last time.” she said nervously. 


“Take off the mask, Lady Han.” he said and she started to get flustered. Would he kill her after she sees his face? With shaky hands, she reached up and grasped the mask. She wondered for a second if there was any strap around his dark head of long hair to untie or any other thing, before she pulled the mask off in one single motion and froze at the sight before her eyes. 


Bk 2: chapter five (21)