Page 239 of Red Ruin

Without her touch, death magic runs wild.

Trezzoran’s question pierces the gloom.

I grunt back.

I’m fading.

Quickly.

Steam escapes his lips.

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.

Trezzoran snarls.

Fire and hate cut through my freeze.

I launch shadow blades at the devil.

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.

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