Dreadgod (Cradle Book 11)

Each halo of the Silent King was scaled to the spirit of the one it affected, so Lindon was indeed benefiting from a feast of powerful energy. His spirit and his body were both growing at a terrifying rate; his muscles were suffused with life and blood essence, his cores were swollen with power, and soulfire burned in him like a silver sun. Dross s

panicked, one-eyed leaves had drifted throughout the city and whispered reassurance.

[Behold the souls of the ancient black dragons! You could inherit their power, the echoes of their continent-spanning might, and advance as quickly as any sacred beast dares. But if you inherit their memories and their titanic willpower, will you still be yourself? Or will you only be their vessel…]

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 couldn’t talk about the connection between the Monarchs and the Dreadgods, on pain of violating his soul oath.

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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.

reminded Lindon of Suriel’s marble. Inside the room was a thousand images playing out in different ways. Lindon caught a glimpse of Northstrider in battle with the Wandering Titan, then a Herald summoning lightning against Red Faith, then the Sword Sage drawing his white blade against an unseen opponent. Images from the past and present and future

In the skies above Dreadnought City, Lindon faced down three Archlords. He let his Hollow Domain fade, switching back to Blackflame.