Luciano glanced over at the reaper when he let out a heavy sigh before reaching out to grasp the hilt of his sword, the chains of past reapers instinctively clinging to his arm. Shadowrend pulsed with malevolent energy after being fed the aura of Atropos, its jagged edges glinting in the flickering light. As he lifted it from the wardrobe, a whispered voice echoed in the room, recounting to him the tale of the life the blade claimed the previous day.
His jaw tightened in irritation and closed his eyes, trying to block out her incessant murmurings. How was Grim able to spend all his time with Shadowrend? He had long since grown weary of her constant whisperings
