Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Three Mischief Encampment
"Shit," I cursed as I severed the arm I had used to wield the blade of Breath of Erosion, cutting off its soul pathways before regrowing them from scratch. I made sure no residue remained.
Dredre could have cleansed it cleanly and painlessly, but I didn't have the luxury of time—I needed to secure my spoils before any unforeseen interference made that impossible. Unlike Peyote whose entire faction was destroyed for a millennium now, Konjur and the Emissary had the backing of the entire Faith Order.
Once my arm had fully regenerated, I turned my attention to Konjur. He was still resisting, doing everything he could to slow the erosion eating away at his divinity. Even now, he refused to give up. It was obvious what he was waiting for—reinforcements from the Faith Order.
