“Subject for what?” the Pursuer asked, reaching the window and looking out over Kholinar at night. “Oh, to see if this really works.” El raised the Voidlight sphere … and the Pursuer saw it was attached to a knife. Did the Light look wrong somehow? Warping the air around the gemstone? “I think this might hurt,” El said, then grabbed the Pursuer by the front of his beard. “Enjoy this final Passion, Defeated One.” He plunged the knife down as the Pursuer struggled. And his soul ripped itself apart.
