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Their hands touch and it happens in a moment of blinding warmth, like lightning that passes through the god and into Amalia. It sears through her veins, but there is no pain; radiance pours though her instead, stripping away the old, shaping her anew. Around them the fields fall away - they stand on nothing, the god and his chosen one, tiptoeing through starlight and abyss, through the beginning before all beginnings.”You will be changed,” he says. It is an acknowledgement, not a warning. ”And your path will be exceedingly difficult. But that has always been the way. You will not disappoint me.” Is it an assurance, or a threat?
Amalia will feel it, as his words take effect - something quietly new is birthed within her, some awakening of power, even as other parts of who she was wither like so many flowers.
The world begins to take shape again, slowly... slowly. Vi leans in, that their faces are mere inches apart. ”Amalia...”
TO BE CONTINUED IN {KQ} brother, where art thou
