reunited with them. Millennia apart, and
Erawan had not forgotten his brothers. Longed
for them.
Would he have done the same for Chaol?
For Hollin? Would he have destroyed a world
to find them again?
Damaris’s black blade didn’t reflect the
light. It didn’t gleam at all.
Dorian still tightened his hand around the
golden hilt and said, “I am human.”
It warmed in his hand.
He peered at the blade. Gavin’s blade. A
relic from a time when Adarlan had been a
land of peace and plenty.
And it would be that way once more.
“I am human,” he repeated, to the stars
now visible above the city.
The sword didn’t answer again. As if it
knew he no longer needed it.
Wings boomed, and then Abraxos was
lily
(lily)
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