The Day Death Stopped

But newly dead souls didn’t know better, and Ozarik was supposed to be the next Zaro, the symbol of light and good in the world, the bridge between magic and humanity. Reiki’s magic, suddenly and undesirably Ozarik’s now, burned. “Ozarik—” Clementine started. And a breath later, that same magic exploded outward in a blast powerful enough to send ancient, leatherbound tomes flying off the floor-to-ceiling shelves, powerful enough to crack the stained-glass windows, powerful enough to knock the Future-Zaro off his feet. The acira watching the crowds outside, watching for Clementine’s signal, finally gestured her forward.