This story takes place in the same universe of frosted warfare and other stories. It is told from the perspective of Valdus long before Silver or the others were even born. It starts right after the death of Erebus.
"He marched his way through the stone halls as the hellbeasts attacked him. He went right through them, cutting down every creature in his path. He sliced through one's wing, crippling it as he snapped its neck. The next one came down swinging an axe while Silver sidestepped, running his sword through its neck as its...
"WOLF!" The man bellowed, his harsh, deep voice calling from the outside. He smiled, his white teeth matching the snow. His right eye flashed a red, as the sword started to hum and spark. The blade ignited, red embers sizzling off of the blade as it hummed with power. ~A short excerpt from the book's first part. ...
After the events of Frosted Warfare, Valdus went back to his lair in the forbidden mountains on The Necropolis island. He took some time to himself to think and he knew exactly what he must do. "If they want to call me evil, then I'll show them evil. I'll show them all..."