Barbarian Gladiator (Princesses of the Ironbound Book 4) by Aaron Crash

Author:Aaron Crash [Crash, Aaron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: men&#8217, s adventure video game adaptations wizard, coming of age sword sorcery dungeon core demon, urban dark fantasy magic thriller sword mythology, supernatural fantasy magic occult legends thriller, contemporary high fantasy magic occult elf, action hero dark gritty epic metaphysical harem
Publisher: Black Forge Books
Published: 2020-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

THAT NIGHT, YMIR SNUCK out of the Zoo under the cover of darkness. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a foggy night. The moonlight gleamed down from a sky heavy with night and stars. He knew the campus now, knew it well, including the movements of the security guards. It was past two a.m., and Agneeyeshka would be at the Flow courtyard smoking kharo.

Ymir went through a side door in the Throne Auditorium, one that wasn’t kept locked half the time, including tonight. He hid in the shadows, wearing black robes and no shoes. Though it was summer, the air was chill, the rocks even colder. He had three rings with him: the Black Ice Ring, the Winter Flame Ring, and the Veil Tear, along with some treats for Fluffy, alchemical powders in three vials mixed by Tori herself.

The clansman sped into the Librarium Citadel, avoiding the watchful gaze of another guard, one who stood on the third floor of the Coruscation Shelves.

Ymir jogged over the bridge spanning the moat and reached the Imperial Palace. He didn’t need to go inside—he just needed to get close to Gulnash’s room. Ymir wanted as much time as possible to delve into the reason why Gulnash had come early. Most likely, the Betrayer had heard that Sturm Valarenza was at Old Ironbound and his desire for vengeance had overwhelmed him. It seemed feasible but weeks early? Something about the situation didn’t feel right.

Ymir had climbed the palace before, on the night they’d forged the Black Ice Ring. This time, he had the extra help of the Winter Flame, so he could create ledges of ice when he needed them. He climbed to the top, where the roof sloped down to gutters and drain spouts, some shaped into the mouths of gargoyles.

Ymir stalked across the gutter to the far edge. Two floors down would be where Gulnash and his orcs would be sleeping. Ymir crouched. From his pocket, he pulled three vials, which he tossed into the gutter. The compounds sparked from the alchemical reactions, the light and noise muffled by the gutter. He needed them to keep Fluffy busy for a few minutes.

Ymir then wedged his feet against the gutter, leaned back on the roofing tiles, and slipped on the Veil Tear Ring. He heard the growl of the beast right away, a huge wolfish thing with too many legs and tentacles, some long, some dangling uselessly against mottled flesh. Eyes glowed in the night, coming for him, until Fluffy noticed the sparking treat. Then it was drawn to the sparks as it fed on Tori’s treat.

As for Ymir, he felt his dusza pull free from his body. He fell out of time and space for a moment. The palace was gone, he was above the cape, which was just rock and grass, and cliffs that descended to the ocean.

However, there was a rock arch with runes inscribed across the top, the script odd. Ymir didn’t recognize it, but it wasn’t ancient Theranus, nor any of the archaic languages of the known races.

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