Death wasn’t fun, especially when you know it’s so brutal. The last thing he remembered was the taste of stone, gritty and earthen, as a magically summoned spike impaled the back of his head. Trying to fight Morgan le Fay was hard enough, but give the bitch the Darkhold and you’ve got a real problem on your hands. He’d been trying to get it out of her hands when she’d straight up murdered him.
And of course, the Ebony Blade wouldn’t let him stay dead. Not that he wanted to die, but Dane was just so fucking tired. As the magic of his cursed sword brought him back Dane received some information from Jacks. She was out there on the Ebon Siege, the knowledge to his might. And now thanks to her, he knew exactly how to win this fight.
While the other heroes were in the middle of a deadly battle, he stood, hand outstretched. And dug deep into the well of hate and pain he kept festering inside. The Darkhold was deadly and powerful, but the Ebony Blade was at least just as much so. Morgan stopped her contest with another hero to turn her attention on him. Locked in a battle of wills, she tried to cast a spell, but they two were in a wizards duel. The minds of two, locked in combat.
And Dane couldn’t help but feel he was winning. He was no mage, but he could hone his hate into the sharpest of blades.
