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My power has leaked away day by day since I arrived, and now I am no higher than a Jade.”
“Like an arrow that missed my neck,” Yerin muttered. “My master almost married her.”
He was known for waging war singlehandedly. His techniques toppled cities and blighted forests. He had killed a dragon Herald, the Eight-Man Empire had a bounty on his head, and some cultures included him in their mythology as an omen of war. He was Malice's sharp sword, a legendary one-man force of devastation.
“Well,” she said with a sigh, “there’s one easy answer: make it to Monarch. Then you can spend all the time you want on romance and no one can say anything. Just ask my mother.”
Charity and Fury are aboard. If they’re wrong about what’s safe, then I guess we’re all going to die.
“If you don't even make it past the first round,” Pride said, “you will answer to me.” Lindon was relieved. “Really? Thank you. I was afraid I'd have to answer to your mother.”
Northstrider's golden eyes flicked between them before settling on Lindon. “Your opponent asked for his last words to be delivered to you.”
Lindon felt a pang in his heart. Last words. So Naian had expected what happened to him. “He said, ‘The dragon advances.’”
The girl had taken Adama's Remnant. He had given up his life for hers.
Eithan's blue eyes flashed with joy as he said, “Your ticket to victory.”
Ziel only regretted that he couldn't kill his opponent for real.
