THE SUBSTITUTE MATE FOR THE ALPHA KING
The connection to the sun, to the earth, to Kairi, began to fray.
This was it. The true end.
But as the saw bit deeper, something… shifted.
A spark. Not of magic, but of something else. Something that had been sleeping in the wood, in the fusion of our souls, for a hundred years.
The sacrifice had not been pure, the voice in the Weave had said. It was a fusion.
And a fusion, under immense, existential pressure, can create something new.
As the saw teeth met in the center of my trunk, as our shared prison was split in two, the pressure and the pain did not cause dissolution.
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