“Can’t you see?” he thundered, rising from his throne, waves of fury emanating from him. “I am the cursed half of Valemagic. When the balance was upset so many ages ago, I was set free—but I did not have a soul, so I was only half a god, impotent until whole.”
The human flinched away from his wrath, but her voice remained steady as she asked, “What about Helkryvt?”
“What about him?”
“You have his soul, you can wield—”
“Yes, I can wield,” Necrovar snarled. “I’ve taken magic from mortals and demons and gods, but none of them gave me what I wanted. I chose Helkryvt because I thought he would give me access to the one thing I desired above all else: the other part of my power. The magic of the dragons. The missing half of Valemagic.”
His words hung in the chamber, reverberating in the sud
