CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Ceres fought, and now it felt as though she’d been fighting forever. From the first moments she’d fallen into the Stade, from the moment she’d started serving Thanos as his weapons bearer, she’d been fighting, and this felt like the culmination of it.
Guards came at her, and warriors from Felldust. They charged, they snarled, they cut and they thrust. It didn’t make any difference. Ceres whirled out of the way, parried and cut, keeping herself in the space where she could flow in the moment. She felt a sword slice across her forearm, a spear tip puncture the skin above her hip. None of it made any difference.
In that moment, she was the battle. She was one piece of it and the whole of it, the way a droplet of water couldn’t be separated from the rest of the ocean. S
