Slowly, Eltoar pulled his hand from his breastplate and allowed the power of the Essence to fade from his mind. He took a step towards Salara, his gaze never leaving hers. She didn’t move. “You will know the pain soon.” Salara slid her blade into its scabbard, her stare unwavering. “Go, fly back to Lyina. Lick your wounds. And when I kill her and this traitor—” she gestured to Voranur, who was now coaxing Seleraine to her feet “—I will give you the courtesy you never gave me. I will let you mourn, let you weep. And then I will destroy this world you have stitched together from the carcass of
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