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The wind did not mourn.

“Clever,” he said quietly. “You think I won’t kill children.”

Guts sheathed the Dragonslayer across his back. Drew a smaller blade from his belt. And in one motion, without looking, hurled it past her head—into the beam above the throne. berserk.manga

Or what was left of it. The steeple had been punched inward, as though by a giant’s fist. Inside, the pews were stacked into a crude throne, and on that throne sat a woman whose beauty was a blade—pale hair, lips the color of a fresh scar, and eyes that held the same hungry patience as a spider at the center of its web.

That forest again.

The Dragonslayer came off his shoulder in a smooth, terrible arc. “Come take it.”

The countess rose, her form beginning to twist, flesh bubbling into chitin. “I think you’ll hesitate. And hesitation is a wound I can open.” The wind did not mourn

The name tasted like ash and purpose.