As the blood flowed, Vogrim was crying.

He wasn't grieving for his pain, even though the silver blade of Lal pierced through his ribcage, quivering with each breath he took, bringing more intense pain. The blood sang a gentle song, and the clatter flowed through the wound, slowly taking away the heat from the body.

The malevolent blade kept the wound fresh, preventing his superhuman healing powers, leaving him as helpless as a mortal—nay, more miserable than a mortal

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