She will be their dark queen or destroy it all.
 Kasai's darkest hour has arrived; he is captured by Sekka and given an ultimatum: defeat her nemesis Zizphander or watch his companions perish. Any hope of success lies within the unleashing the god-like powers of the Ever Hero, but without guidance, his odds of success are slim. Meanwhile, Desdemonia is torn between whose side she belongs, good or evil. 

Book Two

Why have the angels forsaken us?
 Kasai and Desdemonia escape the Abyss for the Seven Heavens but are imprisoned on arrival, accused of consorting with the enemy. Raguel, an archangel, seeks revenge against Aetenos by destroying his progeny, the Ever Hero. The Ancients, driven mad by the scent of fresh souls, are coming, and the Three Kingdoms are defenseless. 

Book Three

Dark gods descend—the bloodsucking kind.
 Six years after the Second Frost War, Hanna is a dystopian wasteland. Kasai returns to Ordu seeking solace but finds none. Cyrus Wraith, a Master Monk, offers guidance to Kasai in rebuilding the Four Orders of Light, but his obsession with Ninziz-zida complicates matters. A new danger rises and Kasai must choose between saving Desdemonia or himself. 
 

Book Four

Kazumi Hime was born to slay demons, until the fateful day she became one.
 Kazumi, a ninja warrior, seeks to prove herself worthy to be a Night Blade, but her mother, the High Priestess of the Yoru Ya-iba clan, denies her the training. Venturing into the wilderness alone, Kazumi is attacked by a chaos beast, which transforms her into her sworn enemy. Outcast, Kazumi meets Sunny, who helps her find a cure and harbors a wicked truth.

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She will be their dark queen or destroy it all.
 

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Book One

  Fear overwhelmed the troops. They stood motionless as the creatures from their nightmares became real before their eyes. Soldiers were slaughtered where they stood. The demon warlord slid off his mount and effortlessly carved a gruesome path toward General Rokig and his horseless knights.
  “If the general falls, it will be the end of the infantry,” Kasai said, as he watched the ranks destroyed, the men turned and ran for their lives. The King’s Army had failed miserably.
  The soldiers held back in reserve began to panic. Kasai could smell the reek of their desperation. In some cases, it puddled at their feet. A captain rode forward on a bloodied horse and yelled out, “Form a wedge formation, now! Push forward hard and drive the enemy forces back. Keep ramming ahead until you reach General Rokig. Do not stop! If you fail, we die!”
  Kasai could see the faces of the men below him. None of them were listening to the captain. They looked out to the battlefield and where the slaughter was the greatest. They were being sent to their deaths to support the retreat of Rokig’s knights and the infantry.
  Suddenly, a collective roar spread across the battlefield. Kasai looked back to the battle and saw the demon warlord had struck down General Rokig. The general lay headless on the ground. A growing circle of dead knights piled around the demon.
  With the soldiers’ morale broken, the men fled for their lives. Monsters pounced on their backs and dragged them to the ground. It was a day of ruin for the King’s Army, and possibly the Kingdom of Baroqia. The horde shrieked its unnatural symphony of animalistic victory. Who could stop such an indominable force?
  The reserve troops shuffled slowly into the semblance of a defensible position. Fear glued their feet to the ground. If the reserves didn’t stop the horde, the monsters would run free across Baroqia. A symbol was needed to rally the troops and keep courage and bravery in their hearts. General Rokig was gone. The army was disintegrating. A hero must rise, or all would be lost.
  Kasai looked to the tent of King Conrad. His leadership and presence on the battlefield were needed now more than ever. A group of knights was in a defensive circle around the entrance. A mounted rider trotted out of the large tent and took his position inside the semi-circle of armor and steel.
  “Look, Morgan, King Conrad is coming out of the griffon tent. He will lead the army.”
  The king emerged clad in shining armor as if on parade. But the king and his knights galloped away from the battlefield. They were fleeing with the sun on their backs.
  “I don’t understand,” Kasai said, watching in disbelief.
  “Bloody coward,” Morgan said matter-of-factly. “Come, Ever Hero. We do not want to be trapped up here when the demons come.”
  Kasai just nodded, and they carefully climbed down the boulders; his armor made every move a chore. Morgan reached the bottom first and untied the supply pony he had left at a small tree. Kasai hoped his friends were all right. Had Pallo and Run-Run joined the fight? Were Des and Reese tending to the incoming wounded? What would happen when the demon horde reached the encampment? None of them would be safe.
  “Morgan, there is something I must do. Help me remove this cumbersome shell.”
  “But my duke clearly instructed me to keep you out of harm’s way. Those plates are important. They will keep you safe. You are too valuable.”
  “I can’t move properly. Please, help me.”
  “What do you intend to do?” Morgan said, slowly shaking his head from left to right as he reached for the first buckle.
  “Something stupid. Now please, unbuckle what I cannot reach in the back.”
  The armor dropped to the ground. Nearby, soldiers heard it clang. They looked at Kasai, wondering what he was doing. Nobody removed their armor during battle. Morgan gave him a quick nod of approval. The young page almost seemed eager to see what happened next.
  “Where are you going, monk?” said one of the soldiers. The young man pointed his sword at Kasai. His old, chipped blade shook nervously in the air.
  Kasai’s eyes went to the battlefield. The slaughter was getting worse. There was only one way to stop it. “I must go.”
The reserve soldiers stared at Kasai with anger in their eyes.
  “Deserter!”
  “Coward!”
  “You’re no Ever Hero! We’re doomed!”
  “You were supposed to protect us!”
  They accused him with desperate voices. Kasai knew they were terrified. “I’m sorry. My place is not here with you.”
  The soldiers saw the sword and shield gifted to him by Duke Shiverrig lying on the ground. Hatred filled their faces.
  “Go and hide, you traitorous monk. Your time will come soon enough. There is no escaping this day.”
  Kasai gathered his burnt-orange robe tighter. He did his best to smooth out the wrinkles caused by the heavy armor. He turned to the supply pony and reached under the saddlebag. Ninziz-zida felt good in his hand.
  The ancient weapon glowed amber, eager to be wielded once more. Kasai sighed. I must do this thing, though the burden is great. Ninziz-zida heard his thought and passed on feelings of partnership, trust, and victory. The ancient weapon coaxed him to share his fire xindu energy with her. He drew in a deep, slow breath. So be it.
  Ninziz-zida came alive. She pressed into his mind whirling striking movements and intricate patterns of defense. Would it be enough? He recalled the words of Master Dorje when he received the power tattoo for courage. It seemed like ages ago.
“You shall fill the hearts of those around you with the bravery in your soul and the courage in your heart. As you are strong of will, so shall you inspire the will of others.”
  Kasai steeled his courage, and the Mark of Mizzen glowed on his forearm. He thought about Desdemonia. A slight smile crossed his lips when he thought of the frolicking gypsy, dancing through the forest when they first met. He wished he could have said goodbye.
  In the distance, the allied army was trying desperately to regroup. Small, isolated pockets of resistance began to form. The demon horde was a swirling tide of death around them, preventing them from connecting their numbers.
  “The Great Balance must remain.” Kasai heard the prophetic words of Master Dorje in his head. “And as General Rokig fell, so must the enemy’s leader,” he said to himself, focused on where the enemy warlord stood.
  The ground vibrated with the pounding of warfare. Kasai’s exposed feet felt the energy of the cold soil as his toes dug into the earth. The sensation of war was foreign and harsh to him. It overwhelmed his senses.
  He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing once more. It must be this way. He knew the soldiers’ anger was understandable, if not warranted. He turned away from their mistaken expressions of betrayal and began the long walk toward the battlefield.
  Kasai held the three segments of Ninziz-zida in one hand as he approached the front line of the reserve ranks. He surveyed the field and the quickest route to his goal. Kasai felt a firm grip take his arm and turned to see who had grabbed him from behind.
  “Brother Kasai?” It was Brother Maru from Ordu. Kasai was just as surprised as Maru to see the other alive.
  “Maru? I’m happy to see you are still among us, Brother, although I wish it were under better circumstances.”
  “You’re heading into the madness? You can’t make any difference. You’re wasting your life.”
  “I must try, Maru.”
  “You’ll be ripped apart!”
  “I have Ninziz-zida to guide me.” Kasai held out the ancient weapon for Maru to see.
  “You hold the Fire Serpent,” Maru said and looked at Ninziz-zida with reverence, but he backed away in confusion. “How?” Then focus returned to the young monk’s eyes. “Kasai, look at me. This battle is over. We must regroup with the remaining monks and do what we can to heal the wounded. We will lead them to safety away from this place. There will be another time.”
  “Maru, you are incredibly wise for such a youngling. That is a sound plan and one aligned with the Boundless. The Masters would be proud to hear you say those words in a time like this. You and the others will be greatly needed in the days that follow.”
  Kasai looked back to the battlefield. Retreating soldiers pushed past them and into the ranks of the waiting reserves.
  “But the Boundless has set a different path for me. Be well, my friend.”
  Kasai left Maru’s side and jogged onto the field. While others fled, he alone moved toward the chaos. Wounded men stumbled back to what they thought was the safety of the reserve troops, galloping through their ranks were messenger horses with empty saddles. Their fear-struck eyes were wide as saucers.
  Kasai focused his concentration on the ink-black auras of the creatures from the Abyss. They were everywhere he looked. They fought on the ground or flew in the air over the battle. How could mere men withstand such a foe when fear tore away their resolve to fight?
  Without a focal point to keep their hearts and minds aligned as one, the men of the army lost hope. The death of Rokig had broken them. Kasai picked up his pace and ran toward the scattering pockets of men still fighting for their lives. The trampled grass was no longer golden brown, but red with blood.
  Ninziz-zida pulsed in his hand and kept time with the pounding of his heart. The fighting swelled around him. The smell of fresh blood and metal shavings filled his nose.
  The screaming was everywhere. Demons ripped the entrails from living men and gorged themselves on the warm meat of their victims. Kasai’s mind began to fray. There were too many possibilities, too many targets, too many lives to save. His hands squeezed Ninziz-zida tightly.
  The ancient artifact sensed Kasai’s fear and confusion. Warmth radiated up his arm and filled his body with strength and purpose. Kasai’s vision cleared, and his mind became lucid. The movement of fighting slowed down around him, yet he knew his own body was moving faster.
  Kasai ran toward a warrior who had fallen under the savage blows of a demon with silver scales and white fur. The demon knocked the soldier’s sword away. It chortled inhuman laugher through a mouth filled with dangling cilia. It grabbed the soldier’s shield and tossed it to the ground. The white-furred demon raised its jagged spear to deliver the killing blow.
  Kasai launched into the air and sailed over the prone soldier. Ninziz-zida’s end segment flashed out in a blaze of yellow fire. The demon’s head was vaporized into red mist. Its body crumbled to the ground and settled into a pile of ash.
  Ninziz-zida sent sensations of conviction and strength into Kasai. Somehow, like before, he knew what the ancient weapon said. “I am the Great Fire Serpent! I am Ninziz-zida! I will blaze brightly into the soulless Darkness!”
  The ancient weapon was challenging the entire enemy horde. Kasai finally realized Ninziz-zida did not want to possess his soul and make him into a slave. The weapon was crafted to destroy evil, and the greater the threat it encountered, the more powerful it became.
  Ninziz-zida blazed in his hands. The mental connection the two shared was acute, and he realized they needed each other. They were meant to be together. Ninziz-zida had been dormant for many long years, waiting in the monastery’s Hall of Artifacts. But now she had awakened and had somehow chosen Kasai as her champion.
  Kasai held Ninziz-zida with both hands. Her sections pulsed with eagerness to continue the attack. Kasai closed his eyes and concentrated on opening all channels of his xindu energies to the sentient artifact. Perhaps Ninziz-zida could transmute his energy into her fighting spirit. He breathed in deeply and let out a long, slow, cleansing breath.
  “Ninziz-zida, we are of singular purpose. As I give myself to the Boundless, I now open myself to you. Show me your righteous flame. Let us confront this horror together, as one.”
  Ninziz-zida’s three sections burst forth with bright-orange flames in his hands. “As one.”
  Kasai and Ninziz-zida became an unbroken force of attack and defense as they struck down the enemy demons and barbarians. He was a whirling dervish, moving like a blur from one killing strike to another.
  His lightning-fast strikes left his enemies defenseless and ruined. Hundreds of barbarian bones shattered, and the creatures of the Abyss were vaporized into ash. A cyclone of Ninziz-zida’s fire whipped around Kasai as he rushed toward the demon warlord.
  Kasai climbed over the ring of dead knights and soldiers, while the warlord stood preoccupied in the middle. Its white armor was dented and smeared with human blood. Sanguine handprints showed the slain warriors’ last attempts to hold the demon back.
  Kasai approached slowly, watching the demon warlord hold Rokig’s head high over his own, gulping down the fluids leaking from the severed neck. Eventually, the monster spotted Kasai from the corner of his eye.
  “The Great Warlord Oziax welcomes you to your death, mortal,” he said with a mocking bow.