The blade of green flame closed in, with Yerin raising her master's sword to meet the weapon, but she could feel death breathing down the back of her neck. Silently, she apologized to Lindon. To Eithan, to Orthos. And even to Mercy. She knew the pain they would go through after her death. But she also felt a little relief. At least, by going first, she wouldn't have to feel the pain of losing them. Something in her soulfire stirred.
