"Surrender the Flaxseed clan's spirits," the drifting radiance said, "And I might let your body remember breathing."
The promise slithered across the marble, looking for cracks inside him.
Jared stopped at the Chamber's center, sword lowered but ready. His reply came steady, clipped, immune to bargain. "Return what you stole, or there is nothing here for mercy to do."
A rumble of laughter seeped from the light, low and amused, as though he were a pet certain to misbehave.
"Hahaha! Spare me?" it echoed, softly cruel. "Chaos bearer, the instant you entered this realm, every ending you own was already chosen."
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