Lucien Calder lay dead at Damien's feet, his blood staining the frozen stones of Ravenspire. The storm had passed, but its echoes still lingered.
For years, the Calder brothers had threatened the kingdom. First Calder, with his brutal war. Then Lucien, with his cunning deception.
Now, both were gone.
Damien exhaled, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the lifeless body before him.
It should have felt like victory.
But it didn't.
Not yet.
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Carys stood nearby, wiping her sword clean. "We need to clear the fortress. Make sure none of Lucien's men escape."
Damien nodded. "Take the soldiers. Secure the stronghold. Kill anyone who resists."
Carys gave a sharp nod before turning to rally their forces.
Amara crouched beside Lucien's body, nudging him with the toe of her boot. "He put up a decent fight." She looked up at Damien with a smirk. "But not good enough."