“Father’s going to be mad.”
Vultera swallowed, hard. The two had searched for hours on end, combing all points of Crescent Valley, but to no avail. Their prey had slipped from their grasp.
Of course they could blame Fang Force for their failure – and likely would – but no excuse could temper Lord Nihilex’s legendary rage.
They pressed into the caves, hand in hand, ready to face the inevitable.
They could run, but to do so would only prolong the inevitable. Better to get it over and done with, and to suffer only a little before the end.
After a slow, dreadful march, the two came into the throne room, where Wiseman hunched in wait. He raised his head, but did not reveal the face under his hood.
“Vultera, Feareus,” he croaked. “Lord Nihilex has been expecting you.” Continue reading “Fang Force #42 – “Bad Blood: The New Faces of Evil” (Part 6)”