Sublime

“So it’s decided,” he said. “We go down fighting in the name of blind fucking hope.” None of us could argue with that. At least if we were idiots, we were all idiots together. That counted for something, I supposed.

The crown resisted at first, its embedded will fighting, but Lindon crushed it. Its power flowed into him, a feast for both his Dreadgod arm and for Dross.