Chapter 52

The Progenitor of the Yewam had rained down destruction. Many died. Human and Unseelie alike crushed without remorse or mercy.

I glared at the monstrosity that had caused it. 

"Enough!" I shouted

Their eyes flicked to me and a smile lit up on their perfect lips. 

"The Sorcerer himself." They laughed.

I recoiled slightly at their cheer. 

They threw their hands high, "I demand single combat!" They said with overwhelming enthusiasm. 

I said nothing, and continued to stare at them. 

"I've proven my worth, by rights of old between Seelie and Unseelie court. Champion of Druids I, Marodon Lord of Deceit and Brutality, challenge you to a duel."

He flicked their finger and their spear returned to his side.

I snarled, "Accepted."