Deep beneath the Bleak Marrow, in tombs carved from obsidian and ancient runes, the other two lords stirred.
Their slumber had been undisturbed for centuries—longer than any living creature could remember. They had slept while Maldred cheated the cycle, consuming his own children to remain awake. They had slept while the lord of vines transferred his power to Jason, weakening himself to escape the barrier's notice. They had slept while the Marrow's foundation cracked and shifted beneath the weight of so many violations.
But now, they were waking.
