The Healer's Bond
he asked, his tone dripping with curiosity and mockery.
Sarah shrugged. “The bad guy?”
Grimkeeper let out a soft chuckle. “Good. Evil. Words made by frightened creatures trying to name the fire that devours them. You think this is about good and evil?”
“I think,” Sarah said, voice steadier now, “that you’ve lost touch with what you’re doing. Have you seen the world? What your actions are doing to it?”
Grimkeeper rose slowly from his throne, and the shadows retreated from his body like living smoke. He stood tall, cloaked in a robe of writhing black, crowned with horns of shattered bone, eyes burning like dying stars.
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