How to kill an immortal wolf
Seraphine’s pulse quickened.
“They sense the bond,” she murmured. “They know everything we are.”
The immortal’s wings bristled with energy.
“And yet,” he said, “they cannot predict the chaos it brings. Every heartbeat, every shared thought, every surge of power it disrupts them.”
The Blade of Origin flared in response, its silver light spilling outward, carving a path through the twisting darkness. The colossal form in front of them recoiled slightly, acknowledging the anomaly’s presence.
Rowan muttered from behind, “So basically, we’re terrifying the universe. Cool. That’s… reassuring.”