Sukuna: The Last Sorcerer 15

Actually finding the deserters took less time than he expected. Unfortunately, way more than he hoped for. It took the whole rest of the day; all eight of them weaving around through the wild, going slow and quiet so they wouldn’t tip off anybody who happened to be on the lookout. Ryo was almost beginning…

Book 1: Episode 3 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Son of a bitch, the ocean sucks. The iron railing he leaned on was hot enough to brand skin but Ryo kept his elbows planted anyway, metal half-burning him while he stared out at all that…

The arena held its breath, four converging lances of fire illuminating every frozen expression in the stands. Ozai watched from his elevated position, golden eyes alight as he watched the events proceed as expected. A necessary spectacle. It was most unfortunate that Azula’s ambition had outpaced her judgment. I had thought better of Azula. She…

Sukuna stood above him like he owned the whole damn universe, and knew it.  Those four crimson eyes shone with the ancient light that made Ryo’s skin crawl, and the blood-red fire was still burning in his palm. “Others are born gods.“ The words echoed. Bouncing off the bone walls in the vast dead space…

A month and two weeks.  Not that counting mattered, of course. Not that she would ever admit such a thing if her father deigned to ask her. Not that she hadn’t counted every single day, each rising number in her skull like a splinter she could not reach yet one she could not entirely ignore…