This wouldn’t be the first time I had died. Would it be the last?
Death at Astaroth’s hands was something I’d experienced more times than I could count. This time, though, as I lay on a slab of stone while he tries to siphon my magic for his own use, I realize just how incredibly different it is. I have something to live for—someone to live for. Five men waiting for me on the other side.
I’m fighting not only for my men, but the fate of Carmina.
Will I be able to defeat death and reap the reward? Or is this truly the end?
