One of those ficly’s you have to read slowly, and preferably more than once, but always rewarding when you do.

As I read that last part, leading to the cliffhanger sentence, I could just imagine hearing that loud brass moan in “Lost” that happens before the screen goes black and goes to an advert.
Nice continuation. Although I’ll be damned if I can figure out how to continue it.
It may take some time…
=))

I like how the voice of the narrator has changed just enough to reflect the accumulated wisdom and weariness of having this (decades? centuries? millennia?)-long battle with the mysterious lady.