21
Yseult
Dawn broke. I heard my sisters chanting the echoes of the spell that sent me across time.
When shall we all meet again?
The words drowned out in the howling of the Corpse King’s destruction.
But I heard them still, spoken by ghostly voices.
the spell we set is done,
the battle’s lost and won…
“Tristan,” I croaked, even though he lay still as death. I pulled myself over him and lay my head on his chest to listen for the beating of his heart. Around me, very faintly, I felt the tethers of the Berserker bond linking me to my men. All fallen. All dying.
With the rising of the sun…
With the last strength in me, I mouthed the verse and tugged on the Berserker bond. We would be together no matter what took us—the spell or death.
Magic ripped through my body, wrenching me apar
