“We do belong together.” The Void Icon bled into his voice. “When I Consume your spirit and tear out your heart, you will be with me forever.”

There were records of Archlords or Sages taking in second and third inheritances after a century or so, but anyone who absorbed more than one inheritance too quickly inevitably suffered from issues with willpower or identity.

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.

“As you are aware, the Bleeding Phoenix is not pure blood madra. It is blood and hunger, which coexist as perfectly blended aspects. All other aspects it takes in from those it feeds upon are kept isolated from one another in semi-gelatinous spheres we see as drops, which gives the Dreadgod the appearance that it is bleeding.”

Now, he heard what Lindon meant when he challenged the Silent King. He knew who Lindon swore to protect with his life. This time, when Lindon said Dross, he meant Dross. In all his mutations and transformations. Dross, his companion. His mind-spirit. His friend. And Dross found that he didn’t need his new personality anymore.

Lindon held anger in his chest, but he didn’t let it speak for him. He kept it in a tight grip, and he used its heat as fuel. “I am grateful for what you have done for my family. But I do not look favorably on those who keep Coppers imprisoned as slave labor, or who kill Jades in their beds over a blood feud.” Jai Long’s back straightened. “I will

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.

“We’ll table the issue of the Executors for now. In

Now, he heard what Lindon meant when he challenged the Silent King. He knew who Lindon swore to protect with his life. This time, when Lindon said Dross, he meant Dross. In all his mutations and transformations. Dross, his companion. His mind-spirit. His friend. And Dross found that he didn’t need his new personality anymore.