Summer Soundfyre hated Summer Vastcold and Mother Voidwalker with a passion, and had no desire to wallow in the muck with them. From what she could tell, she had an opportunity on her hands, so why not take advantage of it?

“Summer Soundfyre!” Summer Vastcold growled. “We're both from the Nacrelight Sageland, and this man clearly has evil intentions. I can’t believe you would side with him against our sect! Do dignity and faith mean nothing to you?”

“What’s the point of dignity and faith?” Summer Soundfyre replied. “Life and death are on the line here. And I couldn’t be happier to see you two morons dead. Young Sir, instead of just killing them, why not let me take their strength?”

“Go ahead. They want to be stubborn, and killing them won’t do any good.” He flicked his finger, and a golden stream of light entered Summer Soundfyre, connecting directly to her soul.

“What are you doing to me, Young Sir?” she asked in trepidation.

“As a successor of the High Priestess, you...