Yerin had been prepared to fight again, but she didn’t sense hostility from this Remnant. Only endless, hungry curiosity. She opened her void key. “Strike you a deal,” she said. “Squeeze in there, pack yourself up, and I’ll use you to finish off your research.” The skeleton tilted its head. All the eyes swiveled for her. “The Void Sage has a way to take me up so I’m stabbing Dreadgods. Could use your techniques. Stick with me, and you’ll start up a new generation of Monarchs.” The Remnant considered her deal. Then it slid into Yerin’s void key on its own.
