Heirs Of The Dragon / Season 1, Episode 6
Blood of the East
Episode 6: Blood of the East The steam from the hot spring curled upward, ghostly tendrils in the dim light of the cavern, as Vyrak’s smile lingered like a wound carved into the air. Talvyn’s grip on his sword tightened, the leather of the hilt creaking under his calloused fingers. The heat of the water lapped at his bare legs, but it did nothing to warm the ice spreading through his veins. Vyrak stood too still, too calm, his pale hands folded in front of him, the black veins under his skin pulsing faintly with each breath. Loryn, still half-submerged in the spring, wheezed softly, his face pale, one hand pressed to his chest as if to keep his heart from clawing its way out. “What do you gain?” Talvyn repeated, his voice a growl, each word punctuated by the drip of water echoing off the cavern walls. The air smelled of sulfur and damp stone, sharp in his nose, and the faint metallic tang of blood still clung to his tongue from the skirmish hours before. “Answer me, or I cut that smile off your face.” Vyrak tilted his head, the movement slow, almost serpentine. His eyes—black as oil, glinting with something unreadable—locked onto Talvyn’s. “Gain?” he murmured, his voice low, smooth, like the rasp of a blade being...