Chapter Twenty-Five
An Unlikely Prisoner
Saviadro prowled the empty hallways of his spirit palace. Glowing torches lit the onyx floor in silence, casting no shadows. Not even a whisper of sound could be heard beneath the vaulted ceiling as he passed. His Direlings were resting in preparation for the evening’s ritual, which would include more torture for Daroandir, as well as the sacrifice of a few ogre captives.
Daroandir’s suffering hardly interested him anymore. The elf’s companions had long since figured out that his twin was a liability and had isolated her. Even when Saviadro tried to use Daroandir’s pain against her in an effort to control her actions, she seemed unaffected. Apparently, she was taking some mixture of herbs to deaden her senses. Aside from using her twin’s pain to
