Blood on the Brush

Previously

…Conley tightened his grip on Oathkeeper. He knew Silas. He knew the hunger in his eyes. This wasn’t just about a prize; it was about the destruction of anything that stood in his way. And right now, Conley was standing in his way. “You’ll have to get through me first,” Conley replied, his gaze unwavering. The pragmatic swordsman, hired for a simple retrieval, was now facing an ancient power and a deadly rival, all within the crumbling walls of a forgotten temple. The contract had just become far more complicated. The whispers of the temple seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the clash of steel.