"If you thought I would lay down and die, then you never truly knew me, Tobias," I said, not halting my walk forward. My eyes glanced over to the nearest human pile. Looking up to the top where the figure was nailed to the pole, one I remember seeing not too long ago. Corban Yaxley. His terrified eyes landed on me, but he had a gag spell on him, preventing him from screaming. If these people were anyone else, I would have felt sorry for them, but they dug their own grave. "I will destroy your  legacy  , Tobias. I have many lives to ensure its destruction. You will rue the day of gaining the ire of an Archfey." Now it was time to make a jab at his  legacy . "If you didn't know, the coven you hail from, Cùmhnant a ’chridhe buille, was nothing but hatemongers who caused their own death. You were their only survivor."