![]() ![]() “Strengthen me,” he Commanded, Breathing. He knelt down, laying one hand on his trouser leg and one on the stone of the palace. With more Breath, he might even have been able to sense the lichen growing on the palace stones. He could just faintly feel the grass growing below and knew how far away it was. Live with the destruction he creates.Īlthough it was dark, Vasher’s life sense was strong. Protect a building, destroy the plants that could have grown in the soil. ![]() ![]() Protect a flower, destroy the pests who wanted to feed on it. Sometimes, Vasher wondered if the two weren’t really the same thing. It was strange, how easily and quickly protection could cause destruction. ![]() Both were things Nightblood had been created to protect. But with its powerful, twisted BioChroma, it could sense life and people. The event was rare, much like a perfect sunset.īut I can feel you seeing it. Vasher had seen it happen, but not with every death. Like a heart giving its last beat, like the final surge of a wave before the tide retreats. Some said that before a man died, his BioChromatic aura flared with sudden brightness. Then the sun disappeared and the colors faded. The sunset was vibrant amidst the clouds, colors flaring, beautiful reds and oranges painting the trees. Vasher stood atop the palace of the God King, watching the sun drop above the western rain forest. ![]()
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