Chapter 44
“Go,” Seba panted. “While their view is blocked.” “If you fight, I fight.” “No! You’re vulnerable. They . . .” Her throat tightened around the words. “They infected you with darksalm.” “Darksalm won’t work on me. Necrovar can’t take my magic by force.” Seba shook her head, painfully aware they were running out of time. “The shadowtroops said they added another ingredient, something that would make it work. If you die, he wins.” To her credit, Keriya did not cry or scream. She did not scoff or doubt. Her jaw tightened and she nodded. “I see. But I’m not leaving you here.” “You have to!” Why was the wretched peasant being so difficult? “Turns out I couldn’t make the world better. But you can.” A flicker of pain broke Keriya’s calm facade. “How?” “I don’t know. That’s why you’re you,
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