Doggerland was on him like an avalanche, and it was raining hard. King showered himself in the tame energy of these people as they cried and roared their positive appraisal. It was not entirely unlike when the League of Iron was first established. They too promised an era of unremitting submission. Over the years however King had learned that there was a vast difference between that and oppression. He would not oppress, not matter how much the Countess burned a hot poker into his back. If there was one thing he could give to these people, for they were people and not monsters, then it was a stray hair of hope.
“Everyone in this room has done wrong,” he reasserted as the noise died down. Behind him the curved stairwell which led up to the ruins of the Blue Lagoon were flooded, creating a powerful cascade of falling water at his back. It was a new tide.
“It matters not. Together under the waters of this world we are baptised. No more shall we feel the guilt of our actio