Starr
The energy sent our way to kill us does nothing. We absorb everything Erebus throws at us, and it only makes us stronger.
Can Erebus not see that?
He floats out of the crater made with his body. He’s battered, bruised, and bloody, but I give him snaps for holding his own.
‘Give up, Erebus. Your creations are dead, and you’re hanging by a thread.’
“You think I’ll just stand here and let you kill me?” He laughs loudly and rushes towards us in fits of anger. His attacks do nothing but weaken him, though it’s now quite boring.
‘Think he’ll tire himself out?’
‘I hope so, Tristan, because this is just annoying now.’
When Fenrir refused to bring me here, I threatened him with the only thing I knew would bother him. ‘Take me, or I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life telling Winter
