North ... Dorian couldn’t stop recalling what
Maeve had said to Erawan. That the Valg
princesses had been held here for the second
phase of whatever he was planning. Perhaps to
ensure that they were well and truly destroyed
once the bulk of his armies came through.
It honed his focus as he hunted. Pushed and
nudged him onward, even when reason and
instinct told him to flee this place. But he
would not. Could not. Not without the key.
Sometimes, he could have sworn he felt it.
The key. The horrible, otherworldly presence.
But when he’d chase after that wretched
power down stairwells and along ancient
corridors, only dust and shadows would greet
him.
Often, it led him back to Erawan’s tower.
To the locked iron door and Valg guards
posted outside. One of the few remaining
places he had not dared to search. Though
lily
(lily)
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