L
ighting his pipe, Abraham watched the girl cry. Bent over a bundle of white silk, her tears fell on Light Feather’s face. A man stood near her. He was broad-shouldered and muscular, but with a broken soul. His empty eyes stared off somewhere into the void. His hand was firmly gripping his daughter’s shoulder. Galenon, the Head of the Star Rain clan, was every bit as devastated as his daughter.
The clan’s healers had spent three days trying to return the creature, which could hardly have been called a human being until a little while ago, back to full strength. Even after all that, his Spirit… Galenon would no longer follow the path of cultivation. He had been broken not by his capture, nor the torture or other hardships he’d endured, but by his mother’s death. It might’ve seemed like
