“Valerion was full of treachery and tricks. I suppose I did make the same mistake twice—in my desire to have full command of my power, I was once again fooled by an incomplete soul.”
The Shadow Lord sank to Keriya’s level. She tried to straighten, but her bones had become jelly. Her extremities were disintegrating.
“There is no deceit in you, Keriya,” he whispered. “You are so desperate to be the hero the world has been waiting for that you offered your most precious possession for its salvation.”
The coppery taste of blood flooded her mouth. She blinked, for Necrovar was growing dim and blurry, and her lids smeared a haze of red across her vision. She was crying blood—and judging from the warmth coursing over her mouth and down the sides of her neck, her nose and ears were also bleedin
