Heirs Of The Dragon / Season 1, Episode 4
Blood on the Stone
Episode 4: Blood on the Stone The shale skittered under Talvyn’s boots, each step a gamble against the jagged slope. His lungs burned, raw from the cold air that bit at his throat, and his hands, scraped bloody from clawing at the rock, trembled as he hauled himself over a ledge. Behind him, Kaeryn’s labored breathing rasped like a whetstone on steel, her fingers digging into the same crumbling stone for purchase. Loryn was ahead, his wiry frame already scrambling onto flatter ground, but his head kept snapping back, eyes wide and darting, as if the darkness itself might lunge for him. “Move, damn it!” Talvyn growled, his voice hoarse, barely carrying over the howl of the wind slicing through the ravine. The screams of the fallen still echoed in his skull—those men, their blood soaking the earth, their bodies twitching as if some unseen hand wrung the life from them. He couldn’t shake the image of Vyrak’s silhouette against the firelight, those eyes like polished obsidian, empty yet piercing, stripping a man’s soul bare before his heart stopped. Kaeryn grunted, hauling herself up beside him, her dark hair plastered to her sweat-slicked forehead. “We can’t keep this pace. We’re half-dead already.” Her gaze flicked past him, down the slope they’d just climbed, where the distant glow of torches flickered...