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To the nameless minions who give their lives in my books to make the heroes look better. We will always forget you.
The Path of the Unstained Shield excels in protection, the Path of a Thousand Hands in versatility. The Path of the Cloud Hammer is respected for mobility and force, the Path of Silver Grace for its elegance. The many Paths of the Redflower family grow food and bring rain throughout the Empire, and the Path of Jade Eyes is unmatched in healing. The Path of Black Flame was stolen from ancient dragons. It is the art of pure destruction.
That was the real lesson: if you were powerful enough, you could accomplish anything.
“Time flows on, and plans must keep pace!”
Lindon had been raised to believe dragons were myths—or if they did exist, only in the heavens.
“This Fierce Burning Outer Robe costs me more than I thought.”
Lindon skipped to the Striker technique. “Fierce…River of…Fierce Flowing Breath.
The next phrase was in more modern language: The dragon conquers. He said it aloud, and Yerin nodded along. “Ruler techniques conquer. Fits like a good boot.” The dragon advances. The dragon destroys. The dragon conquers.
“Dance of the Dragon of Emptiness,” he said. “Not ‘Fierce’?” Yerin asked. “Nothing fierce about this one?” Lindon shook his head, trying to remember a story that Orthos had told him months ago. “Then I like it. Dance of the Dragon of Emptiness…what about Dance of Emptiness? Plain and stable. Doesn’t look like you have to do any dancing, though.” He searched the characters, trying to figure out how else they could be read, before the memory clicked. “Void Dragon’s Dance.” Yerin slapped him on the back. “There’s the winner. That’s a name you’d be proud to put in a manual.”
Soulfire itself, and the process of weaving it from vital aura, gave Lords powers that no Gold could access.
He was a stranger to her. The Blood Shadow had already consumed everyone she knew. All the others he’d seen in her position had given up—they had lost all reason to live, and thus all reason to fight. Their parasites thrived in such situations, filling their bodies like husks, stealing their power to bring it away. And here, a little girl fought with all her body, mind, and spirit. She held on, her eyes furious and determined, resisting to the end. And the fragment of a Dreadgod was no easy foe.
