Status Updates From Serments & Ruines

He had shaped her from a shieldbearer to a Guardian, to a true warrior of the realm. To someone worthy of the Great Rite.
Yes, she thanked him from the bottom of her cold,
wretched heart.
For he had forged her into the warrior she needed to be to slay her enemies.
And he was now one of them.

DAAAYUM IM SO READY

‘You want him?' he said, seething. 'He's yours. Hunt him down. Bring him Thezmarr's justice. Each word was clipped and cold, sharp with fresh betrayal. 'Do that, Althea Zoltaire, and his swords are yours.’

OOOOH MY

“You’re ready, you know.”
“Ready?”
“For the Great Rite. When you feel its call, you go. Drop everything and go. You will emerge a Warsword. The very best of us.”

THE VERY BEST OF US. bye- im leaving-

oh how much i love fight scenes especially when the fmc is phenomenal on the field

She made to return his sword to him at last, but he
pushed it back to her. 'I love you’, he told her.

Tears burned her eyes and she wondered if the shock of
everything was at last wearing off. ‘I love you, too.’

cannot do this anymore, he gave her his fricking naarvean ulta giga special sword