Marvessa and the other nine Shadow Knights were led forward, their steps slow and heavy with exhaustion. The bitter cold of Dreadfang Mountain clung to them like a second skin, but what truly froze their blood was the sight before them.
Roxanne Borgia was still sitting at her war house like a dark deity descended to the mortal plane. Her form is wreathed in a dangerous, almost unholy presence. Massive black horns curved from her head, their jagged edges glinting faintly in the firelight.
Her crimson eyes burned with a depth of rage and power so intense that even the most battle-hardened assassin among them had to fight the urge to fall to their knees in terror. But the omega in her arms nestled comfortably as she eyed the ten people in front of them.
