Skaafin Prize - Dv-s The

“Then let it be precedent.”

Venn walked through the door without looking back. Behind him, the Obsidian Galleries collapsed into silence, and Vethis sat alone in the dark, wondering if he had just lost or won something himself. DV-s The Skaafin Prize

Venn’s hands were shaking. The DV-s sigils along his forearms glowed faintly—the contract’s mark, binding him to finish or forfeit his remaining years. “Then let it be precedent

“The Prize,” Vethis purred, stepping through the memory like a ghost, “is the return of one thing you have lost. A person. A moment. A piece of your soul. But to claim it, you must choose which loss you value most. And then you must relive the others.” The DV-s sigils along his forearms glowed faintly—the

The voice slid from the shadows like oil. Vethis, the Skaafin Proctor, stepped into the fractured light. His skin was the grey of deep ocean, his eyes two chips of molten brass. He wore no weapon. He never needed one.

Then he stood, and walked home, carrying everything.

“The right to carry all of them. Not one. Every loss. Every scar. I don’t want to undo the past. I want to stop running from it.”