Chapter 42 Chapter Forty Two
- “I will fight him.”
- The voice was cool, low, and yet it carved through the silence like steel through silk. Heads turned, slowly and in disbelief, toward the towering entrance of the chamber.
- A figure stood silhouetted by the flickering torches outside, rain hissing beyond the stone archway. He stepped forward, cloak dragging wet across the floor, silver armor glinting under the low light.