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serene, cloaking her wounds beneath her faith. Nordom, so confused and
alone... so used to taking orders, now struggling in his newfound
independence. Dak'kon, chained by his hasty vow and once so broken in
spirit and faith. Morte, who'd faithfully followed me all this time.
Annah...
I couldn't look at her. I couldn't-
I focused on the creature in front of me. I'd crossed countless lifetimes to
get here, left so many dead in my wake.
What would I do now that I faced him? What would I do without the
entropic blade to slit my own veins? Would I take revenge? Would I
unsheathe my dagger? Would I wield the mass of Art that flowed through
me now, clash his will against mine until the skies of the worlds cracked and
the stars tumbled into the sea?
I stood calm and centered, and met his merciless gaze.
"I came to talk."
It stared down at me, eyes stabbing with hate.
I looked out at the bodies arrayed behind me. "What have you done to my
friends?"
The creature floated over, and I walked with it. Existence seemed to ripple in
its wake, and the eddies passed through me as I followed.
it declared coldly, spreading a hand of long talons.
"Why did you do it?" I murmured. It was trying to break me, sap my will.
This was the last battle it had prepared for, and this was why it had collected
their broken corpses.
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