...The air in the shed was heavy with the smell of damp hay and the distant, rhythmic thrumming of the outside world.
Soren felt the weight of his countless deaths pressing on his mind—the memory of his own bones snapping and his organs turning to liquid under the Caretaker's gaze.
He did not want it to happen again.
But he had to stop the Caretaker.
If Bloodshine could withstand the Caretaker's soul pressure, then it meant he could too.
—or at least attempt it.
After suffering so much, he had to give it his all.
Bloodshine stood before him, her eyes shimmering with an inner light that seemed to dance in the shadows.
"Husband finally wants to learn?" she murmured, eyes glowing.
Her voice was like silk sliding over a blade. "I thought you would nøt never ask. You are nøt always so busy... ."
She stepped closer, the space around her seeming to warp slightly.
Soren thought asking her might be disturbing and was even ready for her to say no.
