“Impressive, indeed,” Dark said, handing her a bag full of spiras. “Only you know the secrets of what happened that day twenty years ago. I told you I would take care of my loyal followers,” Dark said.
“I know a thing or two about survival,” Miri said quietly.
Dark smiled a knowing smile. “Enjoy your evening, Dr. Charmwell. I am eternally grateful to you for this endeavor.”
“Of course. Thank you, my lord.”
As she always did, Miri walked out of the throne room numb and deadened.
