The climb to the peak wasn't a physical struggle, it was a traversal of wills, as I ascended the spiral path carved into the Maw’s exterior, the air grew thin and tasted of ozone and copper, the Blood Moon hung above us, now a bruised, sickly violet, its stolen power drained by the child’s counter-strike.Koran walked a step behind me, his obsidian blade sheathed but his hand never leaving the hilt, he wasn't my protector anymore, he was my witness.When we reached the summit, the scene was a graveyard of ambition, the limestone was scorched black, and the golden scout ships that had tried to land were nothing but twisted, molten skeletons, in the center of the ruin stood Kaelen.He wasn't the radiant sun-god I had served for eighteen months, his golden armor was cracked, weeping a dark, oily heat, his hair, once the color of a summer noon, was now a dull, ashen white, but it was his eyes that stopped my breath, they were solid crimson, leaking a smoke that smelled of burning hair and
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