'Un militisi virtis estretti pluz quam un ferrumis.'

A soldier's strength is more than a sharp blade.

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The fire dims as night wanes. A sleeping soldier tosses in her sleep. A faint voice echoes in her mind. 'Vittere mi, [quickly come to me].' The sound is familiar. However, the young Daemik cannot pin the pitch. 'Who's calling me?' Kiora wonders as she stirs awake. Her eyes flicker to acclimate to the dim light.

Kiora sees her guide fast asleep by the dresser. ...