Chapter 31 An Army Of The Undead

• The man stepped closer, the firelight casting uneven shadows across his face. His coat, once majestic, was streaked with dirt, but the embroidery was still perfectly intact. Jewels clinked softly at his wrists, and his crown sat heavy on his brown dreadlocked hair.
• Kayne didn’t move. He leaned slightly behind Virgil, eyes narrowing at the man’s golden pupils.
• “You don’t look like a traveller,” Virgil said coldly, blade still up.