Finn could see it. He could almost feel it. The strange, unnatural glow just below a shifting curtain of sand. The demonic artifact that was the creature’s heart, pulsating with magic, constricted and made vulnerable by whatever invocation Jermaine has scrawled in the sand.
At his shout, Finn raised the sword high above his head, gritting his teeth in determination. He just had to bring it down. Like he’d done a hundred, other times. Just, stab it in the heart. Slay it. Kill it.
Like you killed me?
Finn swallowed, body tensing. His arm was starting to ache, the hilt unsteady in his sweating hand. He didn’t have time for imagined voices, Jake needed him. He just needed to destroy this one monster, a task that was a natural as breathing.
Was that what I was to you too? A monster?
Finn could feel his grip slipping, a terrible tight feeling in his chest. He couldn’t make his arm move. He could move anything. It felt like he was…trapped in quicksand.
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At his shout, Finn raised the sword high above his head, gritting his teeth in determination. He just had to bring it down. Like he’d done a hundred, other times. Just, stab it in the heart. Slay it. Kill it.
Like you killed me?
Finn swallowed, body tensing. His arm was starting to ache, the hilt unsteady in his sweating hand. He didn’t have time for imagined voices, Jake needed him. He just needed to destroy this one monster, a task that was a natural as breathing.
Was that what I was to you too? A monster?
Finn could feel his grip slipping, a terrible tight feeling in his chest. He couldn’t make his arm move. He could move anything. It felt like he was…trapped in quicksand.
“No, I…”