Misha could feel the terror wash away, his heart burned, his muscles relaxed. He stood tall and confident.
He didn't know why, but he knew not to question it. This was the defining moment.
"Then I dare step into the domain of fear. I will speak to the Torturer of souls."
As he spoke the words he expected a shiver to run along his spine, but not this time.
Misha strode forward and extended an arm to the wraith.