‘Will you come back?’ Draconus hesitated, and then he shook his head. ‘I do not think we will meet again, no. And for that I truly grieve.’ ‘Are you going somewhere to die?’ ‘Do not weep, friend. I do not know what awaits me.’ He stepped close to Ublala. ‘I have left you sufficient food and water for a week’s travel. Beyond that, well.’ He shrugged, and then held out a hand. ‘Now, let us clasp arms.’ Instead, Ublala wrapped the god in a fierce hug. After a moment, Draconus pulled himself free. ‘You give reason, friend, for what I must attempt. If sorcery must die, the magic in the mortal soul
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