Reaper (Cradle, #10)

by Will Wight

He gave up his spear for a broom, but he didn’t mind that. He liked being the only sacred artist in the world to fight with a broom. It had style.

He found an ancient labyrinth, built by the original Court of Seven before their ascension.

As the creator of the world’s deadliest weapons, when he killed and revived himself, he instantly manifested the Death Icon.

“Lindon! Lindon. Lindon. How dare you say something so hurtful and yet so accurate.”

Finally, Ziel realized where that chill was coming from. He wasn’t talking to Lindon anymore. That was the Void Sage.

But seeing here, with his own eyes, a display that would have shaken all of Sacred Valley…and to have it directed to his son… Seisha looked at the expression on his face and sighed.

Lindon watched as Eithan flew as a rapidly vanishing speck to the west. “I think he might make it all the way to Sacred Valley.”

Lowering his voice back to normal, the Emperor spoke to Lindon and Yerin. “I need to record this memory while it’s fresh. I can never forget this.”

Kicking Eithan. Lindon would have to try that.

He wondered aloud if maybe not everyone could advance as quickly as he did, even given the chance. Yerin had stared at him for five straight minutes when she heard him say that, while Eithan laughed himself sick and then stored the memory in a dream tablet to share with others.

Cassias was happy for him, he really was, but he still kicked Eithan off the tower. It felt just as good as the Emperor had promised.

“Oh, you can start paying me back once we’re out of Cradle. My investments are long-term.”