Chapter 2 · free to read
The astral bow still humming in his blood, Arav set out across the salt bridge to Lankapur. The seer would not let him walk alone.
The bridge had been walked before it was salt. Every pilgrim who crossed it is still crossing it.
In Lankapur, the demon-king felt the intruder like a splinter under his own skin.
The bridge answered its master.
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