The Infernal Crown burns its mark into me. Ancient, hungry, inevitable.
My three bound mates make a decision that I reject, but its too late. I had no say, and now Im trapped once more.
The Midnight Spire holds the Sovereign Forge where crowns of power were once created.
Magical boundaries weaken. The Grimoire reveals its final pages.
The crowning ritual requires perfect harmony between my mates.
I never wanted this power. Now, more than this realm may depend on my claiming it.
The Sovereign awaits her crown.
