He survived the dungeon. Built a pack. Claimed a territory.
Now something beneath the mountain has opened a door, and it's been waiting for him.
Marcus Cole has held his camp together for three weeks. Refugees are arriving. A bounty is climbing. Hunter teams are sketching sightlines to his ridge. And deep below, the dungeon he conquered has shifted, cracked open a new passage that breathes cold air and pulls at something behind his sternum he can't name yet.
He's going down. The pack is going with him.
Nyx. Shadow wolf. Loyal past reason, lethal past mercy, and the only one who can pull him back when the void takes too much.
Vex. Storm harpy. Loud, fast, and the first to bleed for the pack. Her wings haven't worked right since the cage. She's fighting that war on foot.
Echo. Void slime. She shouldn't be a person. She is one anyway. She chose her shape. She's choosing what it means.
Pyrra. Greater flame serpent. Four hundred years of patience, four eggs she will burn the world to protect, and a fire she's been keeping lit for a man who hadn't arrived yet.
Ten floors down, a throne sits empty. A gate stays sealed. A face carved in Marcus's likeness watches from above both. And the thing offering him memories of a life he never lived is not trying to trick him. It's trying to make the memories fit.
18+ Only Contains Explicit Content
Genre: Fantasy
Now something beneath the mountain has opened a door, and it's been waiting for him.
Marcus Cole has held his camp together for three weeks. Refugees are arriving. A bounty is climbing. Hunter teams are sketching sightlines to his ridge. And deep below, the dungeon he conquered has shifted, cracked open a new passage that breathes cold air and pulls at something behind his sternum he can't name yet.
He's going down. The pack is going with him.
Nyx. Shadow wolf. Loyal past reason, lethal past mercy, and the only one who can pull him back when the void takes too much.
Vex. Storm harpy. Loud, fast, and the first to bleed for the pack. Her wings haven't worked right since the cage. She's fighting that war on foot.
Echo. Void slime. She shouldn't be a person. She is one anyway. She chose her shape. She's choosing what it means.
Pyrra. Greater flame serpent. Four hundred years of patience, four eggs she will burn the world to protect, and a fire she's been keeping lit for a man who hadn't arrived yet.
Ten floors down, a throne sits empty. A gate stays sealed. A face carved in Marcus's likeness watches from above both. And the thing offering him memories of a life he never lived is not trying to trick him. It's trying to make the memories fit.
18+ Only Contains Explicit Content
Genre: Fantasy
Used availability for Nyles Roth's Beneath the Throne