Lothern knelt on the gravel beach, and the countdown on his chest burned through his flesh—nine years and three hundred and sixty-four days. The Prophet of the Nameless One tore off his last name: "Breakers, their names belong to the tide." That night, he dreamed that Siren Shadowsong was nailed to the contract pillar, and his bloody pupils reflected Victor's smile. After waking up, Lothern touched the newly added number on his chest: nine years and three hundred and sixty days. Four previews, four death replays. The fifth time, he saw the moment when Victor tore up the contract - the whole world began to erase the word "Eldred". The wealthy man knelt in the water and begged him to stop. Lothern lowered his head, counting down to three years left. He smiled: "Three years is enough for me to feed the names of the seven major families to the tide one by one."
