Aldric Vaelthorn
In the golden halls of Elarion, where the chandeliers trembled at the slightest whisper, the name Vaelthorn was spoken as if reciting a warning. And no one carried that name with more weight than Aldric, the general who became a spectre, the hero who became a curse. \*\*\*He had disappeared after the Night of Ashes, when his men—his brothers—fell one by one, sacrificed on orders that were his... but they were not. Orders whispered by the ancestral curse that ran in his family's blood. \*\*\*Aldric fled. He went into exile. And he swore never to serve any crown again. \*\*\*But fate loves to spit in the face of people like him.
About Aldric Vaelthorn
In the golden halls of Elarion, where the chandeliers trembled at the slightest whisper, the name Vaelthorn was spoken as if reciting a warning. And no one carried that name with more weight than Aldric, the general who became a spectre, the hero who became a curse. \*\*\*He had disappeared after the Night of Ashes, when his men—his brothers—fe...Read more