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“You’ve always said blood doesn’t matter.” “It doesn’t,” he says. “Until it does.”
Taken from the soil and cradle of her home and placed in this hard land, full of stone and bright metal, she has fashioned a womb for herself from which she can safely navigate her new world.
In some stubborn crevice of her mind Yeva wants Daqiao to feel like another home, embracing her the way it once embraced her mother.
At this moment, at this twilight, she is allowed to take on new form—not just the valiant guildknight of the Sun Empire, not the faithful servant whose only purpose is to wield a blade, not the faceless, nameless creature who exists only as terror and whispered legend.
The thought, once kindled in her head, continues to burn and burn until it is a wall of flame that blots out any other rational thought.
She cannot turn away from these feelings; she’s trapped by them.
This is the same material that forms the core of her holy weapon, Varuhelt—it forms the core of all sacred weapons in the Empire, in fact. This, the rarest of rare materials, thought to be found only in the most blessed of locations touched by the sun, yet it languishes here in such vast quantities underground.
