***Duke Magnus***
The palace gates fell with barely a fight.
What remained of the imperial guard surrendered the moment they saw us approaching, fifteen thousand of our soldiers, bloodied but victorious, marching on the heart of the empire. They'd watched their army shatter, watched a Primal Omega unmake their most powerful forces in minutes.
They had no fight left.
"Open the gates," I commanded. "Surrender now and you'll be spared. Resist and die."
The gates opened.
We poured into the palace, cutting down the few loyalists stupid enough to stand in our way, most simply dropped their weapons and stepped aside, their survival instincts overriding whatever loyalty they'd once felt.
Smart.
I led the way to the throne room, Duke Devon at my side, Lord Corvin behind us with a contingent of our best soldiers. Raizel was back in a found carriage with Cadiz, who'd finally collapsed after his devastating display of power, the poison and exhaustion catching up to him.
