59: Fools
I AM THE END OF ALL FAE, the creature declares, soundless and yet shaking the ground around them. Saoirse hears a few rocks clatter down the chasm as she flies away from the Terror of Blackened Name. The rest of her group is close behind her, with Bergljot bringing up the rear. “So you have claimed every time you’ve arisen to plague the realm, and yet each time the fae have struck you down,” Alastair shouts in reply. “Maybe we shouldn’t taunt it,” Elowen whispers nervously. The creature roars again, but it sounds almost like laughter. FOOL. THE PERENNIAL CONFLICT ENDS TODAY. “That is the plan, yes. So glad we’re on the same page,” Seamus answers in a matter-of-fact way that feels, at least to Saoirse, more insulting than Alastair’s taunt. BRAVE WORDS FROM FAE FLYING AWAY. “Come after
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