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Once mortality is ripped from a soul, what meaning does anything have? One cannot enjoy happiness if there is no sorrow. There is no joy without pain. No love without hate. No feeling of being rested when one cannot feel restless. How can the days matter when they are innumerable? How can one enjoy life when it is endless?

This is what Threydan gave up everything for? A half-life?

For power.

And yes, I can certainly feel that. I have a connection to all the undead surrounding me. All I need to do is think a phrase, and they will carry it out. I can see through their eyes if I concentrate. It is an instinct as familiar to me as breathing once was.

I look down, note that my chest no longer rises and falls. It doesn’t need to. Breath no longer sustains me. The panaceum is what gives me life now. I can sense it from Threydan’s chest—

I couldn’t risk them taking it. Not when I was so close to saving Kayra.

If I hid it, then I wouldn’t be able to use its power and survive offthis island. Perhaps I should swallow it? Or would my body only workit through my system given time?

Iwasrunningoutoftimeandideas.

And then a new thought struck me. Something that would hide thepanaceumfromtheworldandmakeitaccessibleonlytome.

I sharpened the knife for hours, then spent another mustering up the courage. When I finally put the blade to my chest, I screamed and screamed as I cut into my own flesh, reached inside, and removed myheart.

Withthepanaceumfirmlygraspedinmyotherhand,Icouldn’tdie,but I could still feel the pain. Every second of it. I sliced into my heart,thrust the artifact within, then placed my heart back into my chest.

Themomentmyhandsletgo,somethingremarkablehappened.

The pain vanished. The power overwhelmed. The possibilities were endless.

Let them come for me now.

With steady fingers, I remove the belt around my waist. I don’t need it any longer. My skin has knit itself back together, but I barely have a thought to spare for my own well-being, for there is a sense of urgency within my mind. One I cannot feel throughout my limbs, but I still heed it. I walk with purpose toward the dying man on the ship. The one who was hurt because of me. The undead move away from his side at my silent order. Kearan slumps to the ground, and I don’t have the strength to catch him. But I join him on the floor.

“Your eyes,” he says, and I know they’re glowing a peacock blue. “Are you all right?”

“No.”

“You shouldn’t have done it.”

“Quiet. I need to concentrate.” I place my hand over the wound, and Kearan gasps. I pull on the power of the panaceum. I can access it freely, because Threydan has shared its full powers with me. He chose me to be his equal.

I should be horrified.

I should feel disgusted.

I’m never going to die.

Instead, I am empty, driven by the strong impulses that remained when I was still human. But they are a memory more than anything that I feel now. Human Sorinda would be distraught that Kearan is hurt. But the new me holds all our memories together yet feels cut off from them, as though I wasn’t the one who felt all the emotions that went with those memories.

It is not difficult at all to imagine how the years ahead will change me. More time means more distance from my humanity and the things I’ll remember about it. Those human feelings will fade until I hardly remember them at all. No wonder Threydan is as he is now.

When the skin has fully healed, I step away from Kearan and tread back to Threydan’s side. Kearan rises on steady feet, and the undead surround him once more by Threydan’s will.

“Now you see,” Threydan says with a smile. “They are nothing. We are everything. Soon, even your feeble feelings will fade, and you will become so much more. You will build a life as you are now, and that will be all that ever truly existed.”

He takes my hand in his, and I don’t resist.

“What now?” I ask.

“Now we sail for the Seventeen Isles. Did I not promise to return the humans to their own lands? Unless, of course, you wish for them to serve you now in death?”

If there was any fidgeting among my crew, it quickly halts. Everyone goes perfectly still.