Overthrow- The | Demon Queen 1

Kaelen pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the fire in his ribs. He had no weapon. He had no plan. He had nothing but the memory of a sky that had once been blue and a woman he had loved who had died in the first wave of the queen’s conquest.

“Strike, then,” she said. “Let me show you what happens to heroes.” Overthrow- The Demon Queen 1

She spread her arms wide. “Congratulations. You’ve earned my full attention.” Kaelen pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the

The Heartstone’s fragments swirled in the air around her, reforming, knitting back together. The God-Killer lay in two pieces on the floor. The hooded figure staggered back, clutching their chest, their hood falling away to reveal a face that was still human but barely—scars upon scars, eyes that had seen too much, a mouth that had forgotten how to smile. He had nothing but the memory of a

“Then pay attention,” he said, and charged.

The voice from under the hood was strange—neither male nor female, young nor old. It was the voice of someone who had already died once and had not enjoyed the experience enough to want a repeat.

The guardians froze. The spatial distortion snapped back to normal. Even the red light outside seemed to dim.