Chapter 6 · free to read
Ten thousand children of a drowned god, pouring into one mortal boy who had never held more than a broom.
For the first time since her forging, the discarded sword-spirit was not flickering out — she was filling in.
The eye that had hung over the sect like a second moon went out. It should have felt like winning.
The god they emptied was only the gatekeeper. And the sweeper's new army had just recognized what was climbing up to reclaim it.
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