Black Night In Dreonah [1]

Kingdom of Unadora.

Capital of Dreonah.

Tonight, an eerie silence blanketed Dreonah, heavier and deeper than ever before. It was the kind of quiet that pressed against the skin, unnatural, suffocating—as if the entire city was holding its breath.

For days, the kingdom had braced itself, sharpening its swords, fortifying its walls, and whispering prayers to gods who might not answer. The invasion was coming. Gevurah was coming.

The largest and most fearsome sect devoted to Seraphiel's Faith—a faith denounced by most as heresy, its goddess labeled fallen, sinful—Gevurah had grown beyond mere cults that came before it. Others had tried to spread Seraphiel's name. Others had dreamed of conquest. But ambition alone was never enough. Gevurah had something the others lacked—power. The kind of power that crushed empires beneath its heel.