Either way, the reckoning was coming home.
“Aye.” Kaelen hefted his axe. The rune on its blade glowed faintly, a dying ember refusing to go dark. “But it is our execution. We choose the ground. We choose the moment. That is the return of reckoning, knight. Not waiting for a savior. Becoming one.” return of reckoning
For a long moment, the Witch Hunter said nothing. Then her lips curled into something that was almost a smile. “His attention is fixed on the shrine of the Raven God in the lower crypts. He believes a great ritual will be complete by the next new moon. His warriors guard the upper halls, but the tunnels beneath—” She traced a line in the air. “There is a way. A flooded sewer passage that leads to his sanctum. No one uses it. The smell alone is a garrison.” Either way, the reckoning was coming home
“Then we don’t let him march.” Kaelen turned to Elsbeth. “You have spies in the Court. Tell me—where is the Rotfather weakest?” “But it is our execution
“Then we are already lost.”