Warhammer: The Shadow King

“My esteemed master, by the time you read this, I may already be dead. As your loyal servant, and as the woman who raised you, I regret that I can no longer stay by your side. But I am also relieved that I will no longer be a stumbling block in your path. Your wisdom is enough to illuminate the sea of stars, and your keen eyes have already pierced the river of time. My shallow knowledge would never dare show itself in the brilliance of your light. All I can do is submit at your feet and offer you everything I have…” He reached out, but the words in the air slowly faded. Conrad Cohen grasped at nothing. All he touched was the blackened golden crown his adoptive mother had worn, scorched by the flames. “Ha!” He laughed, but his eyes were filled with grief. “I will kill every Silent Sister and use their skin to sew a cushion for my throne. I will cut off the head of every inquisitor and put candles in their mouths to light the royal palace. I will burn those filthy imperial officials into bricks… You will sit upon the throne I build with my own hands. Sleep for a while, Mother!”