[Cards] Helm of the Lichfiend (Patreon)

It was beautiful irony. The fool hero's words drew such crowds, the helpless looking to his shallow smile for reassurance and protection.

There was nothing he could do as glowing bolts struck throughout the crowd, and in an instant it became a pyre.

There was nothing he could do as bones rose from the ash, tearing through those who had no will to flee.

And there was nothing he could do as, each time a burning frame shattered under his maul, the pyre reignited and his enemy was rejoined.