THE MASTER OF SIN. Over and done

'The mission. Remember the damned mission. Wendigo… Well, if WENDIGO will learn and laugh about this, I will have something to tell her. If I succeed here. Otherwise, it will be Devourer I will have to answer to.'

I cringed slightly. As far as masters went, Devourer was soft. He didn't kill for entertainment or for slightest mistakes. That didn't mean he was weak, or prone to mercy towards those he considered useless. And I knew that if he really wanted to, he could kill one in ways that won't just send them straight to reincarnation—he could kill in a way that won't let one to even reincarnate.

To become nothing at all. It was somehow more terrifying than simply losing the 'I' that makes a person in reincarnating. It was just the dose of sheer terror, the fear that comes from something less substantial and solid, but much harder to hide from, that I needed to not do anything stupid when the guards looked at me.