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It's here in the quiet, dark, foggy night of Nod-Krai that Rerir figures out that Flins is not shatterproof.
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“He’s going to wind up killing you.”
Nefer tried to appear nonchalant, picking at her nails as she spoke, not that it could hide the way her brow furrowed. Or the spite in her voice she spoke of Rerir with.
Flins pressed his tongue against his split lip, tasting the blood that beaded along the wound and swirled a glass of firewater as, briefly, he wondered how much she knew—too much, all the likely knowing her.
“Perhaps I’ve become clumsy in my old age.”
“Next, you’re going to tell me you fell down the stairs you don’t have, I presume?”
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The war is over before it started. Traveler is dead, the Moon Maiden is dead, and Rerir has reclaimed a power transcending all he once possessed. Now the ruler of an era reborn, the Rächer of Solnari has an agenda for the new world trembling at his command.
Naturally, his top priority goes to a certain Lightkeeper who dared to leave a mark on his heart.
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26 Jun 2026
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Pain and misery, and everything awesome for when I really feel the need to make myself suffer
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“Care to make a wager?”
Illuga blinked. “What?”
Varka chuckled. Illuga still had so much to learn about the world.
“You’re right, Illuga. Flins has no idea what it’s like being on the other end of his constant torment. So, why don’t we show him?”after being whipped around by flins one too many times, varka and illuga decide that it's time he gets a taste of his own medicine. what they don't realize, however, is that this may create a monster they're not prepared to handle.
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“Sir Flins—?”
”Ah, Master Illuga. Excellent timing,” Flins says, smooth as ever. “My apologies for not greeting you properly.”
Illuga’s face warms as he takes in the sight before him: Flins, on his knees and bent at the waist, his chest sandwiched between broken wooden shelves and weighed down by books. At his feet lie scattered trinkets and scrolls, kicked around haphazardly. “Are you… alright?”
A wry chuckle escapes the compromised man. “As you can see, I seem to have gotten myself into quite the predicament. Might I trouble you for your assistance?”