Heirs Of The Dragon / Season 1, Episode 5
Blood of the East
Episode 5: Blood of the East Sweat stung Talvyn’s eyes as he held his blade steady, the iron trembling only slightly in his grip. The air in the cavernous hall was thick with the stench of fear and iron, the flickering torchlight casting jagged shadows across Vyrak’s unnaturally pale face. The man—if he could even be called that—stood motionless, his black-glass eyes boring into Loryn, who was still gasping, doubled over like a beast caught in a trap. Talvyn’s boots scraped against the stone floor as he edged forward, every muscle coiled tight, ready to strike, though the primal scream in his gut told him to flee. “Release him,” Talvyn growled, his voice raw, scraping up from somewhere deep. “Whatever you’re doing, stop it. Now.” Vyrak’s lips curled, not quite a smile, more a slit in his face revealing teeth too sharp, too white. “You think I’m doing this, boy?” His voice was a low hiss, like wind over broken glass. “Your brother’s weakness isn’t my making. It’s his blood. Thin. Brittle. Like all of you.” Loryn choked out a sound, half-cough, half-whimper, collapsing to one knee. His sword clattered to the ground, the metal ringing against stone, a desperate, lonely sound in the vast hall. Kaeryn surged forward from where she’d been standing near the throne dais, her dark...