Shinjiteita Nakama Tachi Ni Dan John: Okuchi De Korosarekaketaga Gift |best|

Kaelen had thought that was poetry. Now, as his back hit the cold stone of a dead-end chamber, he realized it was prophecy.

Behind him, in the singing dark, his former nakama began to scream—each in their own private eternity. Kaelen had thought that was poetry

The Gift does not give power , the old texts had said. It gives choice. in the singing dark

Lyra’s shield had caught Kaelen across the ribs. Torvin’s dagger had opened his side in a neat, professional line. They hadn’t even hesitated. Kaelen had thought that was poetry

And Kaelen?

The stone slid free from his flesh without resistance, as if it had been waiting. It clicked into the altar with a sound like a key turning in the last lock of the world.