He closed his mouth and recovered his wits. “If you know you’re going to die, then why even do this? It’s over.” Bryson’s breaths came easier as Toono’s grip weakened. Then, the demon … smiled? “You don’t understand, Bryson. There was really only one of two options for the tenth sacrifice all along. It was either you …” He paused, tears now spilling out of him as he reached up toward his head. “Or me.” A cluster of sparks emitted from his fingers—the fingers of an Archain man—and burned the bandage.
He is Intelian and Primmish. T1. what a perfect reveal.
