Kills Ghorm

For a certain type of immortal, one second stretched nearly to the corners of
eternity. Ghorm stole from it what felt like a month of contemplation, and at its end, he tracked the arc of her nails as they traced the air, so quick their gleam formed a crescent of light edging ever nearer.
Perhaps he could have used his last moments to brood on how it had all gone wrong, or to hope, or to mourn his three perfect trophies lost to him decades ago. Instead, he could think of nothing but the strange beauty of that crescent of light coming to end him.
The instant before she touched him, he surrendered—he let go of the moment, she split him in two, and he heard the great gush of blood from his body splash across the room’s four corners, washing over her ankles.
The claws didn’t stop until they sliced to the center of him, to the essence, which they also split in two.


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