CHAPTER 89
A Century Ago
Marcus staggered back and shook his head in denial. Whatever this was had to be a cruel joke. What did the heart mean by return, rend, and reset?
Reset?
The word echoed through him like a bell in a drowned cathedral. The realization struck him like lightning. He thought they would fight and suppress their enemies and they would all bow to him in reverence but now…
“You don’t want peace.”
“Peace? Peace is a cage. Peace is decaying. This world has stagnated. Stifled under the weight of its survival. I will restore it to what it once was and rid the world of the weak inhabitants that have tainted it.”
“But the war took everything from us," Marcus argued.
“The war gave you purpose.” The heart whispered seductively.
“Don’t twist this,” Marcus snapped.
“Tell me
