"Let my sister go. Your quarrel is with me, not her."
Elaria stepped forward despite Draven's warning grip on her arm. The Prophet watched her approach with eyes that seemed to see through dimensions.
"Your sister? She's not just bait, Princess. She's essential to the ritual." The Prophet gestured, and the chains holding Saphira glowed with void fire. "A young priestess daughter, newly marked, untrained. Her potential is raw. Unformed. Perfect for what we need."
"And what exactly do you need?" Amariel asked, trying to find weak points in the stone walls separating them.
"To finish what the First Seeker, the Second Seeker, and the Weaver all failed to complete. The merging of worlds." The Prophet's voice rose with fanatical fervor. "But they were all fools. They tried to force it. To ru
