To Yerin, the world turned colorless and very, very quiet. She realized something new. She saw a pattern so clear that she was shocked she hadn’t noticed it before. Yerin wasn’t just the disciple of the Sage of the Endless Sword; she was also Eithan’s apprentice. The student of the Reaper. She had used Penance to strike down a Monarch. She had learned to imitate Ozriel’s sword strike. In a world that still seemed frozen, Yerin pulled her sword back almost casually. An image formed in the sky at the motion. Not a sword. A vast, smiling face with twinkling blue eyes. “Die,” Yerin ordered. And at
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