دانلود رمان انگلیسی “آلتینا – شاهزاده شمشیر” – جلد 8

The bloodstained earth around Regis was littered with innumerable bodies, the air thick with a sickening metallic stench. Severed hands, cleaved heads, internal organs—all trampled beneath the shoes of a man in a dark-red robe. There was a three-pronged trident in his hand, and his eyes brimmed with murderous intent.
He shouldn’t have been there. He couldn’t have been there. Regis had planned more than enough to avoid this exact scenario.
My plan… Did I even come up with one? What was it, exactly?
He couldn’t remember the measures he had taken. A growing sense of unease swirled in his chest—the suffocating helplessness that came from knowing his plan so shamelessly stolen from a book hadn’t worked.
The man with the trident drew ever nearer. Still overwhelmed with confusion, Regis scrambled to get away, turning his back and running as fast as his legs would allow. But no sooner had he attempted to escape than he uncouthly tumbled to the earth. Something had tripped him… but what?
He looked down to see that decaying hands had sprouted from the earth, grasping his ankles.
A corpse?!
Before he could even respond, more hands burst forth and grabbed onto his wrists. These really were corpses. And as Regis frantically tried to shake them off, a fallen head, cleaved in two, whispered to him.