For weeks he had ridden from one end of the kingdom to the other, witnessing the accounts that had been reported all over the land. Armies of dark creatures riding through towns, coercing the strong to join their forces, killing the weak, and leaving most towns in smoldering ruin.No one knew where they came from or who controlled them, but sketchy stories revealed that a powerful sorcerer out for a throne was behind the menacing threat.Alekzand’r knew the stories; he’d heard them many times, and he didn’t ignore the nagging in his gut. He knew Fallon was behind the tales. The story that really convinced him came from his own hired hands. They had spoken of his mysterious work in the cellar of his estate, the darkness that he carried with him, and the strange man who had been hired as his advisor. No one had seen him arrive. One day he was just there. The wraith. Alek had yet to witness any of the destruction as it happened, but he doubted that hundreds of similar accounts could be wrong.
