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

Walter looked down the mountain that had gotten feet. He was sure that the sect elders had already been informed of what was happening, but he was yet to receive the notice to leave the mountain. From up high he had been thrown by the tortoise, he could see other disciples leaving the crumbling mountain, causing him to scuff. These sect elders were still looking for a way to kill him even in a crisis. Well, there was no need for him to be worried about their safety any way. 


A dangerous aura approached his falling form with lightening speed. He needed no telling that it was the tortoise that had made its move. Manifesting a lying sword from the emperor’s shed he stayed away from the wind claws that dashed towards him. 


With a raised brow, he glanced at the tortoise’s under belly and dashed into its shell from a space between its arms. As he dashed through, he caught the look of the sect master coming with great haste. 


Chapter Six (17)