Dead men had such a difficult time staying dead in this realm, Haywood thinks savagely. "Spectres are not meant to take the throne," he spits, fingers clenching into fists.
"And neither are false gods—" the voices echo back, though the phantom himself remains silent, watching. "—yet by your laws of gold and treachery, the crown should be mine.”
"I’ve had to draw a conclusion based on what I’ve glimpsed through the person suit that you wear. And the conclusion that I’ve draw is that you are dangerous."
Our search will take us to every corner of this land. The beautiful, the dangerous, the ancient places where no one walks alone. This is the world we are trying to save.
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