I closed my eyes and let out a soft gasp. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. 

Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. 

My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. 

Only...death was supposed to be dark, wasn't it? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods?

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Two days. That was all the time I had before the elves marched to war. Two days of relative peace and quiet, of quiet walks with Luke, and of exploring the new limits of my soul. From the start, I had no issue maintaining the gate with Haven at all times, leaving Fable to guard it from curious elves and mages. Even when I slept, the flow maintained itself off of my passive recovery, allowing free passage to my friends, Fyren, and the rangers.


Chapter 986 - Final Muster