The Drowning Faith

She’s the only divine thing he’s ever believed in. The only creature in this vast, cruel land who could kill him. And sometimes, in his loveliest dreams, he imagines she does.

It takes the dirigible sixteen hours to traverse the country, but just six to get from Arlong to Tikany. In six hours he’ll be face to face from Rin. In six hours they’ll see, at last, which of them has the will to finish things off.

They’ve been going back and forth, he and Rin, for what feels like a lifetime. But it’s got to come to an end. All the rest–all the scheming, the minor skirmishes, all the political infighting–means nothing. The future of the Republic hinges on one outcome only: her death.