my head whips up to face the Stone King, and our eyes meet. His gaze widens as I lift my blade—metal. Not an inch of stone on me that he can control. And with my momentum fueled purely by near-death panic and unadulterated rage, I swing my sword. Right through his neck. Metal slices through him, and the moment his head hits the snow, so does every single statue. All at once. Lifeless. Unmoving. Useless rock.
Byeeeeee
for judd
