The backup stronghold sat hidden beneath the mountains, not far from the ridge where they were attacked. It was a old and almost forgotten part of Lucian's pack.

Lucian stood at the main gate as wounded warriors limped inside. Blood and dirt covered their faces. Some carried injured friends. Others helped crying children.

Half his army was gone.

Marcus was gone.

"Sir?" Viktor approached him. The scarred warrior's arm hung in a sling. "What are your orders?"

Lucian stared at the ground. For the first time in years, he had no answer.

"Sir?" Viktor said again.

"Set up the wounded in the great hall," Lucian said quietly. "Post guards on...