Opulence

Mercenaries make for a strange army

📗 The following story stands alone and can be read without any knowledge of my prior works, but does take place about a hundred years after Left. 

The swordwulfen alpha filled the dead mage’s skull with blood and held it aloft.

“It won’t be the opulence we were promised, but this’ll fetch a handsome price at the Akademe, and then we’ll be free to make ou…