Emperor of the Borderlands: Book 9
“An oath broken by the liege unbinds the vassal.”
The Surge is broken. The Lord of the Soulless lies dead before my walls. But before my wounds have knit, an allied city is burning — and its gates were opened not by monsters, but by men. Treachery of that scale has patrons. Patrons have names.
While the cities count their dead, the vultures descend. Carrion kin circle over orphaned heirs. A crime lord from the Eastern Khaganate writes my name into his ledger of the dead. And those who trade in human lives behind the masks of healers fortify their hidden stronghold, keeping innocents as bait.
My enemies believe the hero of the Borderlands spent his strength against the horde. I walked out of a war the world called unwinnable. I do not intend to lose the peace.