The Carryx had made him their high priest, the only voice between them and a vicious, capricious god. So, he needed a prophecy, then. “I don’t know what’s going to happen to us all,” Dafyd said. “But I just want to say while we’re still in the same place, while we’re here together, that I’m going to find a way to kill them.” The faces in the circle were sober, filled with doubt, but yearning to believe. “I’m going to learn everything about them. I’m going to figure out how to get in their heads. And I’m going to kill them all and burn their fucking towers to the ground. It’s my war now.”
