The world faded to the vivid precision of battle. Every moment mattered. Every step counted. There was no other place like it. This was my calling. This was what I did, and I danced through the battlefield, through the spray of blood and boiling magic, the sword of my grandmother’s bones singing a song as it bridged life and death. I cut them to pieces. I disemboweled and maimed. They would never again scare my son. The last sahanu collapsed. The ground at my feet was bloody. Pieces of human bodies littered it. I turned around. The knights stood on the street, their faces wearing identical
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