He sat down on the steps of the throne, cross-legged, and picked up a real book from the floor—the same one from the library. Infinity Blade Redemption . He opened to page 15 and began to read aloud.

Instead of the throne room of the God King, Sirid found himself standing in a library. Not a digital archive of QIP tech, but a real library: paper, dust, the scent of forgotten leather. On a pedestal before him rested not a weapon, but a book. Its cover was a mosaic of three symbols: a stylized , a folded page ( M ), and a mountain peak ( P ). The spine read Infinity Blade Redemption and beneath it, in smaller gold leaf: Brandon Sanderson . And finally, the number 15 .

…or is it? The cycle will resume in: 14… 13… 12…

“What trickery is this?” Sirid whispered, his gauntleted hand still tight on the blade.

EPUB • MOBI • PDF • 15 The last note of the Deathless’s scream faded into the dust of the arena. Sirid stood over the slumped, crystalline form of Ryth, the Worker of Secrets, his Infinity Blade dripping iridescent ichor. Another victory. Another loop.

He did not die. He simply… stopped being the protagonist.

He waited for the reset. The hum in his blood. The click of the universe folding back onto itself.

Brandon Sanderson

For a long moment, the only sound was the distant chime of the respawn timer, ready to yank him back to the beginning.