about halfway through the first novella and this book is insanely bad, but it's also so unintentionally funny i can't stop reading it
the writing is the perfect blend of "what if
Steven Seagal wrote himself into a fantasy novel?" and a 16yo edgelord's Xanga

early on he enters a village and proceeds to slaughter multiple groups of deadly mercenaries while sadly telling them that god doesn't exist, that honor is for losers, and then tops it off with this:

>Masterson used his sword to point at one of his dead sons, then to the other.“You would consider these distractions?”

>“Only if you allow them to be.”

>“And have I?”

>“You have.”

>“Then let me be distracted no further.”

>The Caballeran strode forward.

>A fist smashed into the old man’s face.

>Masterson dropped to his knees, the sword plummeting.

>Bayne hit again. And again. And again.

>The downed mercenary no longer wore a face. His features were flattened, looking like a butchered side of beef. With a last gasp that forced a red bubble between the crushed slash of his mouth, Masterson fell over on his side. Dead. Unmoving. No more.