For Marc, it was like staring at a portrait done by a master painter. The level of skill and detail was beyond comparison. Yet, there was something unnatural, even if he could not articulate what it was… like neither breathing…
There was tension in the room, so thick that he would need his sabre to hack through it. At her request, he came unarmed, and in hindsight it was an odd way for a soldier to meet his maker.
“So, this is the soldier?” Drusilla asked, in a voice that was purposefully formal. “The one who’ll help us wage war against The Tower?”
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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