- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
You want the waves to take you, grasp the frail bones of your ankles and pull you into delicate pastures. The soft stones of the ocean wait patiently to soothe your feet, but the season of fire has you shackled and buried in blistering sand. You are alone with your assailant, waiting for his glimmer to dull. You will strike when the moon takes breath, severing your manacles in the welcome chill of the sea.