My arm ached where the needle pierced the vein. Already, my fingers were numb, spots spinning in front of my eyes. 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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The burden of fate was a heavy one, laying an eternity of weight upon my soul. It had been a long time since I'd attempted to interrupt the normal flow, and both mine and Fable's souls were considerably stronger. The strain of freeing us both was immediate and overwhelming, and as I fell out from beneath the shadow of Zenit's blade, I dropped to one knee, a trickle of blood dripping from my nose. I could feel the pressure mounting, not just against my soul, but my body, pushing the Soulbinder, making the threads burn throughout the fabric of my soul.


Chapter 1081 - Mage Battle