It had been Grayson’s dream first. An Empire ruled by Immortals. Darius had thought it was foolish, as most dreams tended to be, but then slowly he had warmed to the idea. Immortals fought each other for power and for life, but with a leader who could inspire enough loyalty it might be possible.
Darius would need time of course. Time to build, to plan, and to draw other Immortals to him, but he had plenty of time.
Now he saw the possibilities as well, and envisioned such a kingdom stretching from the mountains to the shores of the sea.
Darius would need time of course. Time to build, to plan, and to draw other Immortals to him, but he had plenty of time.
Now he saw the possibilities as well, and envisioned such a kingdom stretching from the mountains to the shores of the sea.