Drokhmar came to a halt a few feet behind Cael, little bits of rock scattering under his feet. Slowly, he turned, a grin splitting his face. His eyes burned with cruel amusement, like a beast toying with prey that had surprised him once.

“Well now…” Drokhmar’s voice was low, thick with menace. “The little human sees more than I thought. You’ve bought yourself… a heartbeat.” He raised his blades, pointing one toward Ilaria, one toward Cael. “But it changes nothing. I’ll gut you and break the other until her bones scream. You’ve delayed the inevitable by seconds, nothing more.”

Cael doesn't get much time to understand his new found strength and speed. He is almost instantly under attack from the Falkor - followers of Malcolm who are pretty pissed at him because he decapitated their leader. Worse still, they seem to know exactly where he lives.

If that wasn't bad enough, it seems Moraine was able to open a portal to her home world after all. A portal that won't close. A portal through which monsters were now pouring out into the streets of London.

Can Cael survive long enough to close the portal and stop the monsters? Or will he die at the hands of the Falkor?

WARNING: Contains sexual content that is describe in much detail. Also, you know.... harems...