The number pulsed in Liam's consciousness like a heartbeat. More than half. The synthesis was more than halfway complete now. Liam Cross was becoming Lord Azra, and Lord Azra was becoming something that could order massacres and call it strategy.
"Look at yourself," Aldric said gently. "Covered in blood. Surrounded by the corpses of your enemies and your soldiers. Having just abandoned your queen to face three heroes alone so you could complete this mission. Tell me—how much of the person you were before this war still exists?"
Liam was silent. Because the answer was uncomfortable.
Not much. Maybe nothing. The synthesis had consumed most of Liam Cross's humanity, leaving only the memories and the role.
