#tpw edit

— the drowning faith, r.f. kuang (2020)

like the cike, the masters at sinegard had conjured a more frightening power than they were equipped to handle. they’d done more than train a speerly. they’d created an avenger. altan was a commander who would burn down the world to destroy his enemy.

he rested his chin on the top of her head. in that moment, staring out over the water, she felt as if the entire universe belonged to, was comprised of, just the two of them.

have you cracked the nature of the cosmos? not yet. but give me a year or two. i’m getting close. for @siirius ♡.

“I could kill you,” said Altan, muttering the death threat like a love song. “So you could,” Chaghan said, and that was such a familiar voice, the coy, level voice. She’d always marveled at how Chaghan could speak so casually to Altan.

rin was beginning to see the reason why chaghan commanded the fear that he did. he was just like jiang—unthreatening and eccentric, until one understood what deep power lay behind his frail facade.

“they’re not the strongest force in the world,” rin said. she felt the god’s presence in the back of her mind—eager, delighted, and at last perfectly aligned with her intentions. together, spoke the phoenix, we will burn down this world. she slammed her fist against the table. “i am.”