We thought we had it all figured out. How to defeat Erick Adams, how to kill the demons, how to save the Spellmaker, how to save the world…
Everything I needed to fight until my dying breath was right there in my hands, until it wasn't anymore.
I made Erick Adams into the monster that he is today. I doomed the whole world by giving him the means to become invincible.
Wilder said to me once that, whether it's a blessing or a cruse, I'm never, ever on my own. This time, it will be no different. I'll go to the end of the worlds if I have to, sell my soul to whoever will buy it, just to kill the monster I created and save the people I love from a fate more horrible than death.
The question is, will the world and the people still want me after I pay the ultimate price for our freedom?
Contains mature themes.