The pulse in the bond was a fragile, distant star in the vast emptiness inside me, but it was life. It was Kaelen, clinging to existence after channeling a cataclysm. That fragile light was the only warmth in the sudden, chilling reality of our victory.We had slain a god, only to find a vulture circling.Vorian’s voice, echoing down the ossuary passage, was a serpent’s hiss of pure opportunism. The sounds of his approach weren’t the chaotic noise of battle; they were the disciplined, grim sounds of a clean-up crew—boots on stone, the clink of weapons, low, confident commands. He’d waited. He’d let us exhaust ourselves against Morvana, and now he was coming to pick the bones.Lyra stumbled to her feet, leaning heavily on a femur thicker than her arm. Her face was ashen, one arm hung limp, but her silver eyes blazed. “The Defiler,” she spat. “He smells carrion.”Lillian stirred, moaning softly. I crawled to her, my limbs feeling like lead weights, my body a hollowed-out gourd. The Aeth
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