“There is much you do not know. But you will know in time,” the Seonangshin says. “For now, know that your old enemy has risen.” “Ris . . . risen? Daeseong is dead. I extinguished his life force.” I clench my fists on my lap and fight against the tidal wave of panic building inside me. “There can be no resurrection. That is the law of the Shingae.”
