Sublime

I could not make a fire. I could not cook anything. I fetched my sleeping bag – also damp – and took it to the First Vestibule. I lay down on a Dry, High Step of the Great Staircase. My last thought before I fell asleep was: He is dead. My only friend. My only enemy. I comfort Dr Ketterley entry for the twenty-eighth day of the ninth month in the y

[The omen of death appears, drawn to our desecration of an ancient script!]

And she remembered her Archlord revelation. It wasn’t to fight monsters. Yerin was meant to kill them.

Misaki knew with heart-dropping certainty that she had done this. In sleep, her jiya had risen against Takeru, as it had once risen against his unborn offspring inside her. And he was bleeding from the neck. The poison in her had grown out of control.