Epilogue: Congregation

Uzza

The Fallen Angel Of Death

The sweet taste of freedom, filling his starved lungs, he chuckled with malice.

His plans had gave the Alliance a semblance of peace. A year of respite was enough.

Soon their guards would be down then he would attack.

The pawns, the spies and traitors he had put in place were weeded out, it gave the Council and the kings' purpose. As well as distraction.

And while they were busy, he was building his forces for an invasion.

Unrestricted to dwell the Earth's surface until the break of dawn, he visited the territories under his control, recruiting more leverages. Turning brothers against brothers. Sons against fathers. A dissension amongst clans, shifter packs and prides, weak kingdoms and realms.

Though the temporary power would be gone by daybreak, he had done enough to secure his future.

Only he had to find a way to make it last. Just until he found his remains. He would. Very soon.

The druid should be in his possession when that happens. One more push a