Duke Qwass POV
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Steel rattled.
The courtyard protecting the throne stank of blood and burned flesh.
Duke Qwass staggered back, his armour split and one arm hanging limp, yet still he swung his battered sword against another of the smiling husks that had once been a knight of his house.
"Stand firm!" he roared, though his throat cracked. "Don't let these puppets reach the inner keep!"
His men were tired, exhausted shadows of themselves, barely two hundred left of the thousands who swore to defend the capital. The rest either fell or followed the monster and submitted themselves to his mind control.
Alan...
The brother of my king, a knight and a man whom I admired and hated at the same...
He carried something I envied, something I never had.
However, never did I wish for him to be possessed by such a disgusting fiend!
Qwass had seen it with his own eyes.
