The Crowned (The Blood and Brotherhood Saga, Book 6) Read Online Free PDF

was rapidly turning for the worse. Again Seth shut away his vision of
the gods. It would do him no good to watch if there was nothing he could yet do
about it. He could not get wrapped up in the emotional aspect of what was
happening. Such a mistake had cost him on several occasions. He would arrive
when he could and then decide what actions to pursue.
    Just minutes passed, and he watched as Sigrant’s camp passed
beneath him. Seeking again a look through his magical vision, he could easily
see King Sigrant himself, but there was nothing Seth could do. Sigrant held too
much power. The aura of the invading king was immense, unlike anything Seth had
ever seen before in a man, and it grew by the second. Seth could not contain
that kind of power. He did not know his limitations, but knew for certain that
the power held by Sigrant exceeded them.
    Seth’s own power was immense, having grown more and more
each time a person loyal to him died. But the invading king’s power was more
than five times that of what Seth had amassed. Seth both envied and feared the
man below as he winged overhead. The best he could do for now was assist in
defending the city and try to find a solution.
    A minute passed as Seth rushed the great flaming walls in
the distance. Even from here he could see the creatures scaling the walls by
the hundreds, their bodies a stark contrast to the white painted walls of the
city. Then it struck him.
    Reaching out as he made his approach to the city, Seth
located his few remaining troops and infused them each with power. Diving lower,
he watched as Borrik noted him, an instantaneous howl breaking from his open
maw, echoed by each of the remaining werewolves as the image of their god was
shared telepathically. Explosions occurred again and again as his troops called
upon the power. Seth dove lower, pulling up just before colliding with the
battlements atop the wall. Ahead of him, perhaps twenty paces, his brother
fought in a rage, hacking and cleaving his way across the wall.
    Seth folded his wings behind and around himself like a cloak,
watching the scene play out before him. His brother, lost in rage, made no note
of him even as a cheer erupted from those defenders remaining. The common
troops of Valdadore witnessed Seth’s troops valiantly summoning their blessings
once more, and more still witnessed the landing of the walking, now flying, god.
Seth looked upon his brother, his breath catching in his chest a moment. Garret,
the king, was a wreck. He battled on with one arm, growling and grunting as he
stomped a path. His strikes swung wild more often than not. It was apparent he
was weary and worse, being reckless with his own life and the lives of those
loyal to him.
    Seth shook his head. No emotions , he reminded himself.
Reaching out, he snuffed out the lives of over a hundred vampires upon the top
of the wall as the defenders again cheered his return. Then, with a thunderous
boom, green and yellow lightning split the air, breaking into dozens of
electrical fingers that crackled, each seeking a foe.
    Breathing deeply as his brother turned and their eyes met,
Seth tried to remain focused as the metallic giant’s eyes grew moist, a broken
half grin trying to show through the king’s obvious pain.
    Seth merely nodded at his brother before leaping off the
wall and unfolding his wings to glide further down the wall. He could feel
Garret’s eyes tracking him but tried to ignore it.
    Landing anew, he watched as Borrik raced overhead, lancing
fireballs, his jaw snapping again and again. Seth reached out, snuffing another
hundred or more invaders, feeling the power rush into his reserves once more. Reaching
out past the wall, he turned his palms downward and let the power free. Unholy
green flame erupted from his hands, spreading out in a wall of death below him,
encompassing the entirety of the wall for several hundred yards. From the top
of the wall all the way to the ground was scorched almost instantly, its