Placing his other hand over Faine’s chest, the wound miraculously began to close, his heart began to beat and blood began to flow once more within him, regaining consciousness to see his son’s worried facial expression and to his own complete bewilderment. Nightburn and Seth helped him to his feet. “You should thank your son, Sir Faine. He just saved your life. Are you well enough to receive the demon’s soul?” After a few moments, Sir Faine regained his composure and indicated that he thought he was ready but before Nightburn could break the orb, a guard burst into the room.
“My Lord, the army from Parsis has arrived and they are preparing to attack at this very moment.” Not surprised by the forthcoming news, Nightburn did not hesitate to issue his orders. “Have Captain Bishop meet with me in my room after he has assessed the enemy’s forces. Tell him to make our troops ready.” The guard bowed and swiftly departed. Reestablishing his train of thought, he then broke the orb and directed the demon soul to
Faine. It was a powerful demon soul who introduced himself to him and Faine as Torkonis, Lord of Fire. Nightburn thought it ironic that Faine, a fire mage, and who had used that very ability to defeat Sir Rogsworth would receive a demon mastering in fire, was very fitting. They should be perfect for each other in every way. Blood mingling with blood sealed the demon’s pact with Faine whose magical powers would soon prove most terrifying. “Tell me, Sir Faine, how does it feel to have all of that energy coursing through you.” “It feels remarkable, Lord Nightburn.” “Do you feel well enough to go into combat
?” “Yes. I am eager to test my new powers on my lord’s foes.”