Chương 355: 7.ii

To the High King, By luck or providence, I still breathe. This message comes two nights after a near-fatal encounter. I was traveling under merchant guise with the Wyrm Countess' retinue. As noted before, her djinn, Erhard, commands at least two hundred armored men, not constructs as previously reported! Strange enchantment. Formidable. That night, Wallachian beasts struck. The so-called Cantorans Reborn, stood their ground. Held fast. Fought hard. No hesitation. The Wyrm lived up to her name. Swift and deadly.

Tore through three, sometimes four fiends with every breath. Yet showed restraint. Killed only the enemy. Protected locals, Dacians, even foreign traders. Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. Vital observation. Some force beyond her—unknown magic in their ranks. Not just in the armor. Others wield it. Against this, the vampires burned or turned and fled: white fire. I know not how it works. Too chaotic. Too close. I could not linger.

Rode north at dawn to send this. More than expected. Not just brute force; something else. Magarska Prevail. - Anonymous Correspondence to the High King Murad the First.