01 - Empire in Chaos (43 page)

The roaring of the army was deafening, as men shouted their promise, praised
Sigmar and bashed the hafts of their weapons against the ground.

“Ever been to Praag, manling?” said Thorrik, looking up at Grunwald. The
witch hunter smiled wryly, fingering the pendant on his long black coat—a
bronze emblem representing the Order of the Griffon.

Annaliese turned away from the cheering, registering the empty space beside
her. She pushed her way through the cheering crowd and at last broke free of the
press. She saw the grey-cloaked figure of Eldanair walking away to the
south-east.

Sensing her gaze upon him, he turned, and their eyes met.

She knew now what it was that the tattoo upon his cheek meant. Vengeance.
Perhaps regarding her as safe now, he was leaving to seek those that had killed
his kin, and it was a path he needed to walk alone.

Without further ceremony, Eldanair pulled his hood up over his head and
walked away.

Annaliese stared after him until the elf disappeared into the mist, fading
away like a wraith, a shadow warrior disappearing into the gloom.

Karl was filled with bitterness as he watched from a distance. Watching the
elf depart, the flames of hatred burnt fiercely in his icy blue eyes.

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