"Let us continue." The Eldest's voice carefully conceals his thoughts. "We both wear a crown. But what do you

"Let us continue." The Eldest's voice carefully conceals his thoughts. "We both wear a crown. But what do you own? A meager patch of land, a few thousand souls? My dominion is chaos and magic, madness and deceit. Your power is nothing compared to mine. And that is why you are helpless before me. You will take my every blow as a divine punishment, as something... imminent." Yet again you have little time to answer, and this answer is the only thing that can protect you from the Eldest's next blow...