He needed to get off this tower. Find
Chaol. Find the others. Start helping the
injured. And the unconscious soldiers on the
plain. The ones who had not been possessed
had already fled, pursued by the strange Fae
who had appeared, the giant wolves and their
riders amongst them.
He should go. Should leave this place.
And yet he stared at the dark stain. All that
remained.
Ten years of suffering and torment and
fear, and the stain was all that remained.
He turned the sword in his hand, its weight
heavier than it had been. The sword of truth.
What had the truth been in the end? What
was the truth, even now?
Erawan had done this, slaughtered and
enslaved so many, so he might see his
brothers again. He wanted to conquer their
world, punish it, but he’d wanted to be
lily
(lily)
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