My Mate, My Bully
I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here, or when the increasing chaos in the air started to calm down, but it eventually does as something shifts subtle at first, like a crack splintering in glass.
“What…what is this?” I could hear Salcom say.
It takes a second to register what I’m seeing. He’s holding the Moon’s Tear now, both hands wrapped around the glowing vial like it’s a lifeline and his face is twisted in something like shock. No. More than shock. Panic. His shoulders are stiff, his jaw is clenched, and there’s this faint tremble in his grip, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
I blink, my vision finally clearing, and I realize the once-bright glow of the Moon’s Tear is…di
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