C478 THE ALPHA'S ETERNAL CLAIM

"Do you truly mean to leave nothing for the historians to find?" Damon asked, his voice low and resonant, vibrating through the hollow chamber. He stood at the edge of the dais, his boots planted firmly among the debris of a dynasty that had lived on the terror of others.

Elara didn't answer with words. She stood before the Great Throne, a twisted seat of opulence that had seen too much misery