The harbor fell into complete silence.

Every soldier on Blackthorn's walls stared at the enormous black warship anchored below.

Its towering masts blocked the evening sun, casting a shadow over the kingdom.

The crimson banner bearing the symbol of the Seven Thrones fluttered proudly in the cold wind.

Emperor Cassian Valerius stood alone at the bow of the ship.

Even from a distance, his presence was overwhelming.

His golden eyes never left Lucien.

"So," Cassian said with a faint smile, "the hero of Blackthorn is younger than I expected."

Lucien rested one hand on the Blade of Dawn.

"And you've traveled a long way to threaten my people."

Cassian chuckled....