"A king…" Damon muttered softly. That was laughable. Someone like him was no king.
He reached up and touched the crown resting above his head, fingers brushing its cold, smooth surface.
This was the crown of some truly great.
The Keeper of False Truths.
"No. I'm a usurper. I've defeated great kings and taken what was theirs… yet I remain destitute, with nothing of my own."
That was true in the end. The one who defeated the ruler of Lysithara was Damon, the one who overcame his riddles. It was also Damon who faced the strongest: Ashcroft, the Demon King of Domination.
From the ruler of Lysithara, he had taken armor and crown. From Ashcroft, he had taken his very shadow and his attribute.
"I am a sovereign without a kingdom."
Lyn glanced at Sithara, then slowly lowered his head.
"Did your kingdom get destroyed?"
Damon smiled faintly and shook his head.
