Wrath of the Dragons (Fear the Flames #2)

Chapter Seventy-Five Cayden

Chapter Seventy-five

Cayden

I stare into the staggering obsidian archway, swirling with mist, and unsheathe the sword at my back, taking my first step into the freezing pits of the underworld.

In the distance, there’s the smallest orb of light, but it’s gone so quickly I’m not sure if I hallucinated it.

I’ll see you soon, my angel.

A monster growls within the darkness, and my lips part in a snarl of my own as I raise my sword against the domain of death.