C459 FALL OF THE HUNGER KING

"Is this the world you wanted, brother? A world where the prey hunts the master?" The 2nd Prince’s voice was a low snarl, winded and ragged as he struggled to stand amidst the wreckage of the High Spire.

The Young Prince did not answer with words. He adjusted his grip on the hilt of his blade, his boots crunching over the fragments of blue glass and white stone that littered the courtyard