Robin’s Review of The Last Ritual by Dragos Gaszpar

The Last Ritual

We killed God.

Carved rituals from its corpse—long lives, healing, weapons.

Millennia of prosperity, enough to make you weep.

But nothing comes without a cost.

The Leath are winning.

And now something worse threatens us both—mindless, hideous, final.

Oh, the goats? They want our help.

Well. They can have it.

It’s time for another ritual.

Yes.

This one will be different.

I and three others will go. We will not return—we understand this.

But if we succeed, then you who remain must carry on.

Maybe find a cure for your… affliction.

Pass this note down.

Let something of us survive.

PS: Saa, give the younglings my farewell. Nothing too sentimental, you understand. Yes, both of them.

PPS: You’re still wrong about the portraits.

—Excerpt from a gray’s final message, found in Ironwall’s inn.

Robin’s Review

Goat-Fueled Grimdark with Extra Existential Crisis

What Did I Just Walk Into?

Oh, just your average apocalypse brought to you by ancient rituals, weaponized god-meat, and philosophical doom. The Last Ritual is grimdark fantasy at its most unhinged—in the best possible way. Mr. Dragos Gaszpar doesn’t just write about the end of the world; he hands you a blood-stained note and says, “Good luck, kid.”

Here’s What Slapped:

This book starts with “We killed God,” and somehow that’s the least disturbing part. The worldbuilding is gory, gritty, and soaked in the kind of history that makes your ancestors roll over in their graves. Our protagonists? A team of doomed warriors, philosophers, and probably at least one emotionally constipated soldier on their final mission to delay oblivion by sacrificing what little humanity they have left.

The tone? Think Black Company meets Dark Souls but narrated by someone who hasn’t slept in days and smells faintly of goat blood.

Also, yes, there are goats. They’re weird. They want help. You’re going to help them. Don’t ask.

Could’ve Been Better:

Honestly, if you’re looking for happy endings or clean morals, you wandered into the wrong ritual circle. But if you like that crushed feeling of watching noble failure unfold in poetic slow motion? Bon appétit.

Perfect for Readers Who Love:

📖 Grimdark that’s more grit than glitz

📖 Ancient horrors and eldritch lore

📖 Apocalyptic philosophy with side quests of trauma

📖 Team “we’re not making it out of this alive” energy

📖 Tragic beauty served with a dagger to the gut

Vibe Check:

Like reading a battlefield elegy written in blood, with goats glaring at you in judgment. It’s beautiful. It’s bleak. It’s the vibe.

Reviewed by Robin’s Review

Walk With Me Into the Dark