Elara didn't know who Euclid truly was, beyond that he was a total monster who has lived far more than his share of lifetimes.
She had heard whispers, fragments of stories, half-remembered tales that painted a picture of something terrible.
But the full scope of his power remained unknown to her, a darkness lurking at the edges of her understanding, and that uncertainty made the threat all the more terrifying.
What frightened her was the idea of the entire empire backing an opposition to a single individual, Benjamin.
That will not be funny at all.
The thought of an ancient, millennia-old organization with resources beyond imagination, warriors beyond counting, and magic beyond comprehension, all united in their purpose to bring down one man, sent a chill down Elara's spine that no amount of wine or warm cushions could dispel.
And only a joined alliance with the seven great kingdoms will make some equality.
