The entity's scream was not a sound.It was a tearing—a rupture in the fabric of the world that rippled through the black stone chamber like a stone dropped into still water. The mirrors around us shattered simultaneously, silver glass exploding outward in a storm of razored fragments. I heard shouts, cries of alarm, the scrape of bodies hitting the floor as the bloodlines dove for cover.I didn't move. I couldn't. My hand was fused to Sylvaen's chest, my Null blood pouring into her like water into parched earth.The entity writhed.I felt it beneath her skin—a cold, ancient thing that had worn her body like a costume for three thousand years. It didn't want to leave. It had grown comfortable in its host. It had feasted on her good intentions until there was nothing left but hunger, and now that hunger was being starved.You cannot do this, it hissed. Its voice was inside my skull, layered and vast. I am Regret. I am eternal. I was old when your ancestors were crawling from the sea."
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