The fragments shifted once more in the darkness of Klaus's fractured consciousness. The memories of Klaus Zagerfield and Tomas Veil—clear and structured despite their temporal distance—faded into the void as other lives began to surface, each more distant and obscured than the last.
General Valkus of the Iron Empire.
A flash of memory—standing atop a hill overlooking a burning city, the screams of the conquered rising like music to his ears. A sword drenched in blood, an army that followed him without question, a reputation for ruthlessness that made kingdoms surrender at the mere news of his approach. Three decades of conquest, of cruelty disguised as necessary violence, of building an empire through terror and strategic brilliance.
The memory dissolved before any details could solidify—a life of bloodshed and power, lived centuries before Tomas Veil had ever drawn breath.
Morvane the Heretic.
