Ashes of Six
Bryantbetrayed, then back for bloodfate whispers to the warriorthe iron-blooded necromancer has returnedbetrayed, then claimed by fate
“Give me your fire, don’t fight it. Feed it into me.”
She shot me a look, uncertain, but then thrust her palm over my Sigil. Heat surged down my arm, wild and golden, and I nearly choked on it. Dragonfire wasn’t meant to be carried by anything human, not even Everley blood. But I refracted it through my runes, splitting the current into shards of light. They bent around the golem’s chest, flaring off its etched lines, until the fire no longer fueled the construct but burned beneath its plates. The creature bellowed as the seams cracked.
“Hit the joints!” I shouted.
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