“Do you two hear yourselves?” Yulien pinched the bridge of his nose while trying to decide whether to feel angry, worried, or impressed. He knew that faith in the Gods was important to the Empire and its people. Faith bound them together even more tightly than laws and territories. But he had never been particularly devout himself. Believing in things he couldn’t see or touch with his own hands was an impossible task.
Yet, here they were: not just Raena, but his brother as well. Both told him a story that sounded even more outlandish than the fables the priests preached to their flock. A woman stabbed in another world, who woke up in theirs with her memory and knowledge intact, knowing details about their world, which she used to her advantage.
Details like the names of the previous Empr
