Lord of the Foresaken

The storm hadn’t broken yet.But Reed had.

He wasn’t a gutter-born thief anymore. Not just a domain-lord with a cursed blade and a Hero that bled for him. He was something else now.

A threat.

And threats don’t wait.

Hours before Hadren’s forces would descend, Reed gathered his top lieutenants—Shia, three veteran goblins, and the Hollowspawn handler—at the war-cave.

The plan wasn’t survival.

It was expansion.

"While he marches, we take ground," Reed said, stabbing a clawed finger into the dirt-map. "Every outpost, watchtower, and supply chain connected to Feyroot gets hit. At once."

Shia tilted her head. "Split our forces?"

"No," Reed growled. "Multiply them."

The goblin army fractured into three divisions: