The truce lasted for a week, which was a full seven days longer than Andrev had expected it to last, or wanted it to last. Kana was dead, Rastaban was dead, and he’d had enough of these petty mortals and their hatred. He wanted to see if he could split the sky, and he was just waiting for them to give him an excuse.
The problem with these people was that they had learned to hate from childhood, so he should have known it would be a child who broke the truce.
A child who cast a stone at him.
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