As he read, the world around him pixelated at the edges. The arena became a page. The throne became a paragraph. And Sirid, the last warrior, became a footnote.
Then he turned to page 15.
“What trickery is this?” Sirid whispered, his gauntleted hand still tight on the blade.
“If I do this,” Sirid said, “what happens to me?”
As he read, the world around him pixelated at the edges. The arena became a page. The throne became a paragraph. And Sirid, the last warrior, became a footnote.
Then he turned to page 15.
“What trickery is this?” Sirid whispered, his gauntleted hand still tight on the blade. As he read, the world around him pixelated at the edges
“If I do this,” Sirid said, “what happens to me?” As he read
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