Fiore dei Liberi never held an officer’s rank among the Undivine. He couldn’t stomach navigating bureaucracy and the inevitable brinkmanship that accompanied it. When UNUM stormed the parish, he witnessed it from the top of South Mountain while training. On that day, he was practicing the more contemporary art of tai chi sword to purge his mind of any hasty decisions he might make. As always, he elaborated on and improved the sword techniques. But this wasn’t about improving long-perfected attacks. He had returned to the peak three times in as many days.
Maybe the stress was getting to him. UNUM had taken Cole out of the game somehow. Alyssalee was assumed imprisoned along with several others. The Undivine needed strategic leadership. He could lead them. But should he?
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