I write sins, not tragedies
“I know it was,” Wessex agrees, finally able to look at Isla. “And even it if was with malice, I’d deserve it.” There’s a flicker of a smile at the edge of her lips at the Remedy’s wish, and that, at least, she can confirm. “Edy shifted into a dragon when they got there and launched herselt at the Order’s tower. I think she knocked a whole floor and a half off the thing before Ronin got her. And she exploded as she fell. Out with a literal bang.” Which, she supposes, is indeed how the Rapacious would have wanted to go.
It’s too bad the Wraith doesn’t know about the dragon piss. It’s the only thing that could have made the story better.
As for what she did? There’s no other way but say it straight. “I… started a fire and it burned the Tower to the ground. Potentially ended the Order. When the Tower collapsed, it buried Nate’s body in the rubble. He’s now lying in Trinity Temple.”
It’s too bad the Wraith doesn’t know about the dragon piss. It’s the only thing that could have made the story better.
As for what she did? There’s no other way but say it straight. “I… started a fire and it burned the Tower to the ground. Potentially ended the Order. When the Tower collapsed, it buried Nate’s body in the rubble. He’s now lying in Trinity Temple.”
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