Lord of the Foresaken

The Hollowspawn had been born screaming.

Twisted limbs, iron-hard skin, no eyes—only sockets that pulsed with black light. Reed had fed it the blood of the five goblins sacrificed for its birth. It fed hungrily, but obeyed.

For now.

But the Hollowspawn wasn’t enough.

The war with Hadren was days away, and Reed knew one truth above all: you don’t win by numbers. You win by monsters.

And he already had one.He just hadn’t fully unleashed her yet.

"Strip," Reed ordered.

Shia blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Your gear. Off. We’re rebuilding you."

She shrugged off her cloak, weapons, armor scraps, until only tattoos and scars remained—each a story of pain.

Reed opened the System Interface and accessed the Hero tab.