Caius reached for something else from underneath his cloak, but it did nothing to stop the Farrow Sword that plunged straight through his abdomen. Time slowed to a crawl and wouldn’t reverse. Faythe struggled to accept the fatal maneuver that sealed Caius’s fate. He spluttered, falling to his knees. When he did, she beheld the glittering black cuffs around the king’s wrists. Shackles…crafted of Magestone.
Stop no
