The unknown figure lunged at him and caught him by surprise with a blade. It felt life fire as it went into his stomach. In a flash his eyes blurred with tears as he felt the hot pumping blood that drained from the wound.
Like locusts, the army left both field and cupboard bare along the path of their journey. But Geldan knew. Whomever controlled Citadel...and the Keep...and the Throne, would be the heir apparent. The tattered empire could be rebuilt by someone...
A look of terror crossed Mavin's face. He looked behind himself, and around the room, and then back to his Master. As he did, the word, "Blasphemy" fell from his lips as a whisper.