I am Ren of Atikala. Warlord. Conqueror. Murderer. I have many stories yet to tell, but this one is the most bloody. There was a time I thought I was a God. Something greater than inconsequential mortals; better than my kobold kin, better than elves and dwarves and everyone. Peerless. Indefatigable. Monomaniacal in my quest for superiority. Everything I had done to lead me to this point ultimately hurt me. Death was my shadow and I cast it everywhere I went. It grew larger and larger, sucking in everyone around me and swallowing them whole. Then it fell on me. This is the story about how I am not a hero. Book three of the Kobolds series.