uvogin

A reoccurring dream often stole sleep from the fearsome Captain of the Immortals. He'd woke up in a cold sweat because of it. It was late in the evening, at a time when nobody had any business being awake. Uvogin flopped in his bed many times in a vain attempt to fall back asleep, but never...

It was well-past midnight. She'd been watching him for several days now. Her target. One Uvogin. The contract on his head was significant. And if her research was right, it made sense. Being the right-hand man of the rising emperor. Grey-blue eyes narrowed into slits, head tilted...