"Your Highness, we need to move!" Dirtclaw urged. "The curses have corrupted most of The Mycelial Swarm ahead. The enemy is closing in. If we stay, you'll walk right into another trap. You've earned enough glory. Your life is worth more than these bastards."
As Orion's most devoted follower, the Grand Warden of the Stoneheart Horde, and a respected elder, Dirtclaw would die before letting the Horde's Hope—their legendary prince—fall into danger. Ever since the last assassination attempt, the warden had shadowed Caelus. The prince rarely left his sight.
"Relax. I know what I'm doing," Caelus replied. He sensed the enemy rapidly approaching. Shifting into his true form—four heads and eight arms—he tapped one of his skulls. "I'm not full yet. Why leave so soon? Besides, I still need gifts for my mothers and brothers before heading back to the Horde."
