the wounds are open and bleeding out
Might, yes. A lot of Ronin’s life and the things he wanted to achieve rested on that little word - but he was done with not taking the chance just because it wasn’t a sure thing. And besides, he wasn’t king any more and this was more important. (In fact the most important thing was getting away from the Hollowed Grounds once the sun came back up - if the portal they’d heard about even allowed that - but they could either return for the Spire or tick it off their list before they left).
“Same,” he said of the black monolith, his brow furrowing a little. “And even then, the first time wasn’t so long ago. I’ve never been up the Spire - I... er, we fought the Spire Demon before I got a chance.” It had been nearly a year; Ronin was trying to get out of the habit of saying he had died.
“Same,” he said of the black monolith, his brow furrowing a little. “And even then, the first time wasn’t so long ago. I’ve never been up the Spire - I... er, we fought the Spire Demon before I got a chance.” It had been nearly a year; Ronin was trying to get out of the habit of saying he had died.
THE
FALLEN STAR
