After several weeks of weeding out the loyalists trying to take back control, Ruvan had saturated his tribe with enough dark energy through his aura to influence them. They marched towards the closest permanent settlement nearby and camped far enough back to avoid immediate detection. He gathered his inner circle to discuss the plan.

Pacing back and forth, Ruvan said, “Tomorrow a few of you will go alone pretending to be travelers, looking for a place to rest after leaving your tribe. If they ask why, just make something up. When the last rays of light vanish, your job will be to open the way for us. Lethal force is acceptable. I will lead the charge when you have completed your task.”

When the silence took over, they knew it was time to go. Darkness craved to be satisfied, but it would...

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