His dormant yet never forgotten battle reflexes guided Daigon now. After nearly ten years of anonymity and living in quiet obscurity, the Shadow Realm was coming for him.
He expected as much. He had been a Blademaster. He had sworn life service to the Realm. He was Soulbonded to one of the powerful and ancient Shadow Dragons. A commitment without compromise, he had broken that Oath. It was a betrayal that could be neither overlooked or forgiven...ever.
He was not defenseless here. A Blademaster's armor and sword were bound to him for life. Two nights before he had confirmed he could still bring forth those gifts if needed.
This story excerpt was chosen for the weekly Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday Snippet and is from an, as yet, unnamed work in progress.