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He saw my intent a moment before I struck. His eyes widened, and his lips quivered. A scream escaped him at the last second.

And then my vision was filled with red and black.

Crocea Mors was merciless. Powered by my new Passive, she tore through flesh and bone with ease, travelling through the body and erupting out of the back, covered in gore. My hands were warm. Overly warm and slick with blood. A face was pressed close to mine, chin on my shoulder, leaning there for support. Black hair tickled my nose.

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Cinder's body had gone slack against mine, leaning on me for support. I lowered her gently, hesitating to draw Crocea Mors from her lest it do more damage. Not that it could, I realised. There… There would be no surviving this.