Reborn to Defy Fate
Varkar lunges, shadows forming spears, chains, wings, but the spell is already complete.
I strike. The force that leaves my hands is not light. It is not shadow.
It is truth.
The realm cracks open, a wound of blinding white and infinite black, ripping straight through Varkar’s chest. He screams, not in pain, but in disbelief, as the power consumes him from the inside out.
“You cannot destroy me!” He roars. “I am eternal! I am the god!”
“No,” I say, voice echoing across realms. “You are borrowed.”
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