Legate Lanius

War is a hunger that devours everything. Kingdoms, armies, and even the souls of those who fight it. For Eryndor Voss, war was never a choice—it was survival. Once a miner in the storm-scarred highlands, he lost everything when the Akkadian Empire burned his village, enslaved his people, and carved their dominion into the bones of the earth. Now, as a commander of the Raven Claws, a ruthless rebel force striking from the shadows, he wages a war not for glory, but for vengeance. But empires do not break easily. The Akkadian Warborn, elite warriors clad in black iron, hunt him relentlessly. Their leader, the enigmatic Legate Kaelvar, is more than a soldier—he is a tactician who plays war like a grandmaster’s game, turning every battlefield into a test of Eryndor’s resolve. The war grows bloodier, the lines between honor and monstrosity thinner. Victory demands sacrifice. But as Eryndor’s desperate guerrilla strikes escalate into full-scale rebellion, he faces a question far darker than death: Can you win a war without becoming the monster you fight?

In my last moments I wished to never be cold again. It would seem that the gods have a sense of humor.

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The Demon Lord. The symbol of fear, evil, and villainy. The one destined to destroy the world and cast light into darkness. The one who I must kill or die trying. Those were the words they said to me as I trained. Those were the reasons I fought, the reasons my allies died. Yet as I look down at her..... All I see is a broken child.