LIVE, he says, I AM COMING.
The wolves melt away, but not before their fangs sink into his flesh. Eligos pulls away, but El Rey hardly notices, the sting of so many punctures and bruising ribs singing in his nerves. Thana does not come with him; this much he sees. Oh, how he would have liked to kill her. Oh, how he would have liked her to die as he might now.
But oh, he is not strong enough.
They watch him rush away in reverse, blood in the water, more and more with each stone-sword cutting into his flanks, his neck bleeding so, his hips, his face. I still have my horns,, he thinks-hopes-prays.
A rock collides with his skull and -
He awakens on the shore.
Bloodlust would be gone from the air, had he not carried it with him, had it not grown as the river carried him.
I will come for you, Thana.
He hadn’t wanted to hurt anybody, but now -
@Thana
”in blood the blade, to its golden hilt, I’ll drown,“
I pledge you now, to death they all are bound,
