Chapter 20: I am death.
Grandfather, this is an alien art. Its value is immeasurable.
Dax's tone was calm… calculated—each word measured, deliberate, like a jeweler appraising a flawless gem.
In a blink, a book appeared in his hand—ancient, bound in black leather that seemed to drink the surrounding light. Faint crimson veins pulsed along its spine like living arteries. An art derived from the Killer Series.
"Grandfather, this technique is called I Am Death," Dax said.
"This art allows its user to relive the deaths of those they have killed. If they endure it, they gain the opportunity to forge something known as a Killer Seed."
"To experience death by your own hands can shatter the mind. But if trained properly… one may attain numbness."
He spoke like a teacher—measured, authoritative—yet his eyes never left the old man, observing every flicker of emotion, every subtle shift in breathing.
