Prize | Dv-s The Skaafin

“Stop,” he whispered.

Vethis tilted his head, genuinely curious. “Then what do you claim?” DV-s The Skaafin Prize

The scene shifted. Now Venn stood in a burning library, a failed rebellion, his comrades’ screams echoing. Then a lover’s face, dissolving into indifference. Then his own reflection, younger and whole, before the DV-s surgery had carved the sigils into his bones. “Stop,” he whispered