The fox's voice was a desperate whine in my head, but I could not focus on her. I knew she was not entirely invincible, and what she had eaten last time was the small offshoot of the tribulation lightning I had summoned while inside the pyramid. What was coming for me now was something else.
The last time I faced a Tribulation, I had been an Adept with a body that was still mostly mortal. I had survived by embracing the lightning, by letting it remake me, but this time was different. I was an Arcanist now, and my soul was crystallized. I would have been able to easily face the Tribulation I met when I was an Adept without any problem, but the one coming would be scaled to match my present powers.
I knew that the heavens were not merciful, and here I was wearing a Title that made me easier to kill.
Death Consort.
