“A huge demon hound trotted towards him, its eyes aglow with triumph, its form solid. He frowned. So, the dark god who had watched him had come to challenge him for his prize, an unwelcome annoyance. The Hellhound gave him reason for pause, for it was larger and more powerful than his own. He was not going to give up his prize without a fight, however, and he had learnt a few tricks over the millennia. There was always the possibility of striking up an alliance if the newcomer was particularly f...ormidable. After all, destroying a Grey God was almost as satisfying if another helped, the aim was still achieved. He waited for the stranger to reveal himself, and after a moment a black-clad man appeared a dozen or so yards away, heading towards him with confident strides. Torvaran’s eyes narrowed as he studied the newcomer, who was of the same type as the Grey God, a woefully common species. The man’s chiselled features held the dark power’s unmistakeable imprint, and the fragile glow of life shone from him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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