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The Champion’s Descent

That night, he dreamed of the Tyrant of the Iron Crag. But in the dream, the Tyrant wore Valerius’s own face. And when he drove his sword into the Tyrant’s heart, the blade turned to water, and the water turned to wine, and the wine tasted like nothing at all. corruption of champions all text

On the way, he passed his own statue. A pigeon had left a streak of white down its bronze cheek. The inscription read: He Never Bent. The Champion’s Descent That night, he dreamed of

Valerius looked at her. He saw the fire she had lit in him—the fire that had made him a champion. And he felt nothing. Not courage, not fear, not even the dull ache of shame. He felt the heavy, warm numbness of a man who has replaced every hard decision with a comfortable silence. On the way, he passed his own statue