Dreadgod (Cradle Book 11)

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While the Abidan read the Way and bowed to the current patterns of Fate, Daruman wrestled destiny and bent it to his own will. He created the future he wanted and projected it in front of himself, and he saw it spin out.

His black flames, his cleansing tide of pure madra, and his Dreadgod arm all harmonized with his will of destruction. The Void Icon sang, closer than ever.

And Yerin blazed with such anger that the fabric of reality warped around her.

The Void Icon could hide futures and even remove obstructions placed on Fate, but it wasn’t specialized in seeing those possibilities in the first place. Had Eithan planned this far ahead?

He had expected a Sage. He had not expected vitality that almost matched a Herald, spiritual power that made his perception tremble, and the hunger…such hunger. If Relliar had been told that Lindon was the son of a Dreadgod, he would have believed it.

stability, or family. We’re trying to build something that lasts, but they don’t see that.” Mercy hesitated. That did somewhat remind

Lindon Consumed the Silent King. He stole his own memories back. He stole the dream essence that had been missing from his mind. Then he kept stealing.

“The Abidan have a system built by those who left their worlds behind. They only care about advancing further and further, conquering more and more. They don’t care about