I Am the Iron-Blooded Divine Marquis

The bright moon hung overhead, its light cool as frost.

That night, the moon shone bright and few stars were visible. Faint shadows fell across the land. In the distance, towering peaks rose like dutiful guards in the darkness, holding swords and halberds, fierce and imposing.

A long suspension bridge stretched between the sharp-edged mountain peaks. Beneath the far ends of the bridge, on either side, clouds and mist swirled over depths too deep to see.

At the bridge entrance stood a solemn, imposing gate decorated with bats. Tall statues of soldiers stood on either side, while battle flags bearing the bat crest fluttered in the wind. The blood-red chains seemed to tell of a little-known past.

Bleached bones gleamed against silver armor; the Bloodclad Fortress stood white as snow.

The Bloodclad Fortress was utterly silent in the night, making it seem all the more eerie.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.