Soulbound
Her palms burned, sweat already slicking her grip.
“Pathetic,” Kael said coolly, his arms crossed. “You’re fighting the weapon instead of commanding it.”
Avery growled under her breath, adjusting her stance, remembering how he’d held his blade—balanced, fluid, like it weighed nothing. She tried again as another Shade rushed. This time, she steadied her arms, let the pull of the sigil guide her swing. The scythe’s edge sliced clean through the Shade’s torso, dispersing it in a burst of shadow.
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