Word reached them of a threat rising in Sarnor. A warlord named Vael Thoryx, calling himself the Bone King, had gathered necromancers and shadowbinders under his banner.
He claimed to have a blade forged from the spine of a dead god. Villages burned. Corpses marched.
Andrew felt the pull of dark prophecy. The Second Codex spoke of a clash—flame and bone.
He mounted Vharaxes. "We end him before he spreads."