Failing to complete a destiny is one thing—but to turn your back to it deliberately is quite another. The free lands are enslaved and the world is perishing, suffering, burning. What future awaits the bleak of hope and heart, with heroes corrupted by ambition and lust and the Dragon Wars come anew—when the world's greatest dragonslayer is the right hand of the World-Eater himself?

"I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion." ― Holly Black, Tithe

To anyone working with him, Lucien Lachance seems completely at ease with his life and work, a perfect assassin to be respected and feared. But loved? His thoughts on such matters are only voiced around one person who knows him better than most. Just a little head-canon background.