Immortals' Requiem

The world had been raped and the magic was nearly gone, and when the last of it had finally dribbled away, he would fade. The Brigante tribes and the Roman settlers alike treated the ancient and mysterious stones with quiet reverence and respect. Dismissing the servants, he made Annaea promise to remain in their bedroom while he waited at the bottom of the stairs, sword drawn, face grim. The blade craved the Elf’s blood, and Mark’s spirits soared as his revenge finally took form.