บท 364: Curse of War

Those good feelings couldn't last forever; Gamilla took every chance she had in those next two days to try grinding me down.

I didn't blame her, from her point of view, I'd been doing that to her for a year and a half. So it wasn't that which made me alter my daily routine to maximize exposure.

I knew my greatest desire; I wanted to explore. And now, I knew my greatest weakness. Yeah, yeah, the Charisma was still dragging up as the low core statistic.

But there's a thing about fear; it can be faced down with courage and discipline. And nothing Gamilla said would kill me, unless she put a high portion of her mana behind the words. Mystically speaking, I had a fair deal of experience with curses and breaking them apart, for my age.

And what she did physically? So sorry, Kismet had done worse. Humanity had done worse than that. So, being elbowed out of the way? Grabbed by the back of the throat and held against the wall so Gamilla could whisper into my ear?