Chapter 28 - Vipra

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Adomis;

I always thought that I'd seen everything throughout my reign as Overlord... but apparently I was wrong.

I'm still having difficulty wrapping my head around the whole concept of this Misandra woman being physically trapped inside of a mystical map for centuries, which let's be honest, makes no sense whatsoever.

Both Zarkin and I wait patiently as we go over several strategic plans to attack Ronaar and his men once Ivy has been located. I can only hope that she is safe and unharmed.

If that bastard lays so much as a finger on her, I'll fucking kill him!

The truth is, I'm done playing nice. It's time for the darker, more merciless side of me to take the reins and lead us into battle. Time for my enemies to feel my terrible wrath as it rains down upon them with chaos and destruction.

I want to feel Ronaar's warm blood coating my hands, sliding down through the gaps between each of my fingers as I intentionally draw his last moments out to ensure that he dies by my hands.

I will make him suffer for what he has done.

"I've done it!" I suddenly hear Misandra's excited voice call out from the other side of the chamber. 

"I've located her."

Within the fraction of a second, both Zarkin and I are leaning over the large map staring down at the now glowing section that wasn't there before.

"It took a little longer than expected." Misandra explained, "It appears that whoever took her is quite powerful and wise enough to have cloaked their essence trail."

My eyes peer down to find the nearest formation to this newest location and suddenly fixate on the Crest Mountain Ranges.

The ranges are quite large and span for several hundred miles in either direction. Not only that but they are filled with jagged rocks and incredibly high up, some reaching into the clouds above.

"Sire, if this is accurate Ivy is almost four hundred miles North-West of here. The trip alone would take us several days on horseback-" Zarkin pointed out.

I quickly cut in with a sinister grin.

"No, I have a better idea..." I announce. 

"Come with me."


Zarkin followed along after me all the way through the castle until we finally reached the outside field filled with dying brown grass and dirt.

"My lord, why are we out here?" Zarkin questions me.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a small silver whistle. Lifting it up to rest between my lips, I take a deep breath in and then blow into it with everything I have until my lungs are completely empty.

But there is no sound.

Zarkin looks puzzled as he stands watching me in confusion.

"Perhaps it's broken?" he suggests innocently with a shrug of his shoulders.

I chuckle, pocketing the whistle once more as I meet his eyes and decide to explain a little more. He deserves as much.

"It's a summoning whistle." I explain casually. 

"I only use it on rare occasions. It summons Vipra, my dragon."

Zarkin's eyes go wide upon hearing this.

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