Cornered against the high bronze gates of the sanctuary, Elder Malakar’s calculating mind snapped into desperate madness. "Trial by combat!" Malakar shrieked, raising his hands toward the temple ceiling. "Under ancient Article 14 of the Continental Accords, I invoke the sacred right of blood! Silas, kill the Lycan King!" From behind the Bloodmoon pillars, Silas—the seven-foot-two scarred champion of the southern fighting pits—lunged forward. Armed with dual poisoned scythe-blades of…
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