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REMY

The darkness claws.

It’s cold.

Empty.

Iris clears the fog for a beat. My shadows taste her skin.

One last time.

I wink her away while I can.

High above, her heartbeat soars.

She’s rising. Out of my reach.

Without her touch, death magic runs wild.

Safe? Trezzoran’s question pierces the gloom.

Safe, I grunt back.

I’m fading.

Quickly.

Good. Steam escapes his lips. Now we kill.

Yield to me , the lich king whispers.

His poison strangles my silks.

My sight blurs.

Craving passion fruit, I fight the call to disappear.

He’ll chase Iris.

I have to stop the lich.

Have to stop.

Have to…

Dark.

Cold.

Where…?

A flaming fist clocks me in the jaw. Hellfire catches in my hair, burning a patch at my temple.

I let the fire burn.

Yield , the lich king whispers.

Get your shit together, Trezzoran snarls. Fight me if you can’t fight him.

Fire and hate cut through my freeze.

Yes. I launch shadow blades at the devil.

Let’s fucking go. Snarling and spitting fire, Trezzoran tears into me.

Heat bakes my skin.

Stop. Obey, the lich commands.

His magic rots my meridians, but his will fades as I fight.

Cold. Empty. I only see the devil.

My shadows launch him across the pit. He twists halfway, shooting hellfire meteors.

I duck behind the lich to shield.

The monster screeches as his host’s skin melts.

Undead howl in the cross-fire.

Embers sizzle on my skin.

They cut death’s chill.

I grin. There’s a distant pinch. Fangs, slicing my lips.

My grin widens.

Mutual destruction.

Finally.