Prologue
The Vulture
“Do you understand now?” the peculiar man asked. “Do you see what it will take to work by my side?”
The man slid a dagger across the desk, offering it to The Vulture. The dagger was clear, made of iridescent crystal. It was engraved with markings The Vulture didn’t recognize, indicating it belonged to a language lost in time.
The Vulture gripped it in their hand, inspecting the blade that radiated overwhelming power, even now. Even when its power had faded and transferred to the barrier of Tevye.
“I will do what we bargained for,” the Vulture replied, narrowing their eyes at the man. “Make sure he is there at midnight.”
The man nodded, cruelty in his eyes. “Done.”
The Vulture stood and stuffed the crystal blade in their bag with a determined look in their eyes. Their suspicions were confirmed. Whether they liked it or not, they knew what they had to do.
Who they had to kill first.