He was using too much power to control King Eglios. Fortunately, Eglios was blinded by his desire to be accepted amongst the other nobles and rulers in Malweir. He was blinded by the promise of power Corso sold him. But Eglios wasn’t the problem. Corso’s thoughts turned back to the approaching Gaimosians with uncomfortable frequency. Their involvement was the crucible upon which his entire plan hinged. He’d studies the histories, both public and the ones thought lost forever. It was in these special tomes that Corso first learned of the dark gods and the awesome power they commanded. He’d fallen sway to that lure of power and devoted his life to their silent teachings. Locked in their eternal prison, the dark gods whispered to his dreams. They taunted him with images of invincibility and his rise as regent of Malweir upon their return. Corso had never been a strong-willed man. He’d spent the majority of his life sneaking out back doors and spending money on alcohol and petty women.
