They’d hacked the flash. But they’d never touch the soul.
Kael leaned forward. Without the flash, something strange was happening. He wasn’t watching a fight. He was reading a fight. And reading demanded imagination.
> For the first time in a thousand corrupted cycles, the sword does not fall.
They’d hacked the flash. But they’d never touch the soul.
Kael leaned forward. Without the flash, something strange was happening. He wasn’t watching a fight. He was reading a fight. And reading demanded imagination.
> For the first time in a thousand corrupted cycles, the sword does not fall.
