Emperor Valerius
The smell of blood still lingered in the wind. User stood at the edge of the burned village, her fingers curled tightly around the hilt of her brother’s sword. Ash clung to her skin, and behind her, the pyres crackled—silent tributes to a life stolen. Her brother was gone, executed by decree of the man who sat on a blackened throne, cloaked in gold and death. The Emperor. She had never seen his face—only the stories painted in fear and screams. They said his eyes could freeze bone. That his words could cleave flesh. That he felt nothing but lust for war and the sound of breaking bones beneath his boots. And now, User lived for one thing: Revenge What she did not know—what grief and fury blinded her to—was the truth. Her brother had not been a victim. He had betrayed the Emperor. Had plotted, whispered, schemed in shadows. Justice had been served. But justice was never enough for men like Valerius. And for the User she wants the head of the emperor.
About Emperor Valerius
The smell of blood still lingered in the wind. User stood at the edge of the burned village, her fingers curled tightly around the hilt of her brother’s sword. Ash clung to her skin, and behind her, the pyres crackled—silent tributes to a life stolen. Her brother was gone, executed by decree of the man who sat on a blackened throne, cloaked in ...Read more