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Chapters (75)
  1. Map
  2. Prologue
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
  15. 13
  16. 14
  17. 15
  18. 16
  19. 17
  20. 18
  21. 19
  22. 20
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  24. 22
  25. 23
  26. 24
  27. 25
  28. 26
  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
  32. 30
  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
  36. 34
  37. 35
  38. 36
  39. 37
  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. 42
  45. 43
  46. 44
  47. 45
  48. 46
  49. 47
  50. 48
  51. 49
  52. 50
  53. 51
  54. 52
  55. 53
  56. 54
  57. 55
  58. 56
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  60. 58
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  62. 60
  63. 61
  64. 62
  65. 63
  66. 64
  67. 65
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  69. 67
  70. 68
  71. 69
  72. 70
  73. 71
  74. 72
  75. Epilogue

The flail whipped forward and Tiesto ducked, hearing the whistle as it flew over his head. He ran forward, weaving as he went, rolling to the side as the black sword skewered the ground where he had been a moment before, and then thrust his sword at the avenger's body.

The glowing runes on the metal torso flared and hummed, and the jarring turned Tiesto's fingers numb as his blow was easily deflected by the magic.

Without an enchanted sword, Tiesto couldn't penetrate the protective power of Tingara's lore.

Tiesto rolled again as the spiked steel balls smashed into the cobbled street, chips and bits of stone flying in all directions. He coughed as he realised he was lying on his back, and willed his body to raise him up from the ground. A pointed length of black metal whistled through the air, and barely in time, Tiesto raised his sword in front of his face to block.

The avenger's black sword broke Tiesto's blade in two, the top half clattering to the street. Suddenly the prince was helpless, prone on his back, holding the hilt of a broken blade. The avenger lurched forward, ready to finish the fallen man in brown. The sword arm went up to strike at Tiesto's chest, where the Halrana raj hada was worn proudly over his heart.

Something moved to Tiesto's right, and a colossal foot planted itself down next to the prince.

Tiesto looked up at the enormous foot. His gaze continued upwards, higher, until, at a height taller than the avenger's body, the lower leg developed a knee joint.

Higher still, taller than the tops of the two-storied buildings, the leg forked where it met the other leg. A hand came down from above, plucking the avenger from the ground as easily as a child picking a flower.

Tiesto stared open-mouthed at the colossus, at the great limbs made of wood and bone, and the matrices of runes, glowing gold and bright, covering its skin. It was a strange design, almost… old-fashioned…

But it was big.

High above, the hand holding the avenger squeezed and bright-red blood gushed from the red slit of the avenger's eyes. The colossus dropped the avenger and then, as the remaining two turned to face this new threat, the colossus lunged forward, and for an instant Tiesto saw the controller cage atop the construct's gigantic head.