From the corridor, a third voice—sweet, terrible, the voice of the assassin who had killed him in timeline seven—called out:
The ceiling of the Sunrise Palace. Intact. Before the fire. Before the civil war. Before everything . fourteenth fantasy : harem reborn
He sat up. Sera stood in the doorway, her silver armor dented from a battle that had not happened yet, her gray eyes wet with tears she would never have shed in any previous life. From the corridor, a third voice—sweet, terrible, the
His harem had not been reborn as a collection of devoted lovers. From the corridor
The door swung open.
Sera drew her sword. Lyra lit a flame in her palm.