Chapter Thirty-Four
Devil’s Pact
Iarion saw Felara’s violet eyes widen.
“Oblivion,” she echoed his revelation in a mutter. “Of course.” Iarion shot her a questioning look. She shrugged. “I knew I recognized this peak and the mountain range surrounding it. They’re the spitting image of Hamadi Glaurinu and the Hamad Orom as they stood on Ralvaniar.”
Iarion blinked. He had forgotten that she would have seen Ralvaniar before the Quenya had sealed the Unborn away beyond the Void.
“Can you get us out of here?” he asked her in a low voice.
She shook her head. “I am powerless. That mad elf, Eruvalion, has already siphoned off some of my energy without my noticing, and I used everything I had left to protect us when you destroyed Melcar. Even if that weren’t the case, I don’t believe my magic
