The chasm swallowed him. The last thing he heard was the Bangle’s shriek, a discordant chord that shattered into a million pieces of dissonant static as the black water closed over his head. The pressure was immense, the cold absolute. But for one fleeting, glorious second, he felt his mind become his own again.
He’d cornered a lone Etrean Inquisitor—a woman who had been hunting him for a month, immune to the Bangle’s influence because of a forgotten, painstakingly inscribed sigil on her silver cuirass. She was out of tricks, her sword broken, her back against the chasm. He could have just killed her. It would have been clean. sovereign bangle deepwoken
Kaelen laughed, a ragged, hysterical sound. He was alive. The chasm swallowed him
The Bangle was patient. It had all the time in the world. But for one fleeting, glorious second, he felt
He didn’t try to take it off. He knew he couldn’t.
