Chapter 120: Solar Annihilation
Patriarch Brycen!
His long, unkempt grey hair whipped violently in the night wind, making him look less like a patriarch and more like a feral beast.
PATRIARCH!"
Kynlee's broken, bloodied body surged with desperate hope, tears and blood streaming down his face in equal measure.
The surviving Ashvele members wept aloud, overjoyed by the sudden emergence of their god.
"Patriarch! You've finally awakened! They — they attacked us without warning! Solari and Silvercrest conspired together to destroy us."
"Patriarch, save us!"
"They murdered my father right in front of me!"
Brycen listened to the wails of his dying clan.
His bloodshot eyes slowly swept across the devastation below him.
Everywhere — everywhere — were the bodies of his people.
Slowly, his face twisted into an impossibly ugly, demonic visage.
The veins on his forehead pulsed as if they were about to burst from his skin.
"I will remember this night."
The whisper became a growl.
