Xar'Gath

Faraway from the blood fist arena lied a place were a different conspiracy seemed to be at it's maturity.

The citadel of Xar'Gath loomed ominously against the darkened sky, its jagged spires piercing the heavens like the fangs of a great beast. Within its shadowed halls, the air was thick with tension as the demon lord’s advisors gathered in a dimly lit chamber. These were not the brutish warriors of the Bloodfist Arena, but the cunning and ambitious members of Xar'Gath's inner circle.

At the head of the table sat Malachai, Xar'Gath's chief advisor. His eyes glowed a sinister red, and his voice dripped with calculated menace. "The time is approaching," he said, his gaze sweeping over the assembled demons. "Our lord's plans are progressing, but we must ensure that no one interferes."

Seraphine, a demoness with serpentine features, leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "The disruption of our supply lines is a concern, but there is a more pressing matter. We have lost contact with our outp
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter