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“Hi,” I said. Even if I knew it was going to try to kill me, there was no need to be rude.
“Do not thank me. This favor will cost us both.”
There is no fencing term I’m aware of for drawing a pistol and shooting your opponent in the face, but that was what it felt like when I heard his final words.
As he drew the weapon, I observed the runes on the surface of the black metal blade. One rune for every life he had taken with it, whether they were man or god. There were countless thousands of runes on the surface of that blade.
He gave me a knowing look. I returned one of existential horror.
“Really? You’re summoning me now?” He sighed, turning toward the wyvern. “And I suppose you want me to handle this for you?” Sera twitched her head in what could barely pass for a nod. “Well, I suppose it’s something to do.”
Oh, the sharpness of my wit. Truly it cuts me more deeply than any other.
