![]() He had time to appreciate the occasion and rejoice inwardly. He was arguably the most important man in Impyrium.įortunately for Marcus, Founders Hall spanned three hundred feet from its pillared entry to the great vault. Lord Basil Faeregine was the Divine Empress’s only living son. When he recognized the figure walking beside the vye, his heart beat even faster. Not even when a monster approached.īut Marcus was not a machine. Impyrial guardsmen did not stare, slouch, or fidget. ![]() ![]() What else did one call an eight-foot wolf that walked on two legs?ĭespite this disquieting sight, Private Marcus Finch remained at attention: chin up, shoulders back, his carabine resting against his epaulette. The vye might have been wearing scholarly robes and spectacles, but it still counted as a monster. Chapter 21: Butcher, Baker, and Candlestick MakerĪt three o’clock in the morning, a monster entered Founders Hall. ![]()
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