Chapter 10

I replied to all of King Ragnar's letters. "You're not too harsh. We are one, and I trust whatever you do."

He began wearing that broken sword at his waist with the red ribbon fluttering over his royal mantle. The ministers were too terrified to speak, but he smiled with pride.

Slowly, his handwriting began to tremble.

Once, he wrote. "I learned a new sword technique. With one thrust, I can stab through three throats. I've trained so hard, but I still can't see you. They call me a tyrant, but I only want to see you."

That was when he began to slip into madness.

First, he killed every physician he could find and demanded that they cut me out of his body.

Then, he captured mystic masters and instructed them to perform their rituals. When they told him a sacrifice of 100 lives was required, he slaughtered 100 innocent commoners.

Blood soaked the court as he held the sword and cried out, "Why won't you come out?"

I sighed within his consciousness. When he was staring blankly at the