“Morthus and I swore the Sev’anarath,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “What is that exactly?” “It’s ancient—older than the Twelve themselves,” she explained. “A ritual that binds two souls together across time, distance, even the barriers between life and death.” Her hand absently moved to rest over her heart. “We become... extensions of each other. I feel his pain, his joy. He feels mine.”
