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Nomad dropped the shield and dashed through the battlefield, the weight of forgotten oaths on his shoulders.
And maybe there was something to be said for the thinner air up here. Maybe he had been, after all, a little bit airsick…
It had taken him months to get the trick of that. He was certain that the “breathing in” part was purely psychological, but it somehow facilitated the action. Being able to feed on Investiture was an aftereffect of the burden he’d once carried, the thing that had given him his Torment.
He’d learned long ago during his travels: skimp on shirts if you must, but never on footwear.
