‘Why were the Knights Thranis present?’ he mused aloud, struggling to understand their involvement.
Subconsciously, he expected the parasite inside him to provide the answer, but it was not interested in politics or reason; the only thing it desired were fresh sensations, specifically the pleasures it derived from inflicting its sadistic torments on others – actions which were fast becoming commonplace. In any event, he had failed. Though her own wounds had been far worse, he had no doubt that Mirielle would recover from her injuries with the aid of Freylar’s renewalists. She would continue to rule over the vale, her arrogance unchallenged, whilst he licked his own wounds in humiliation after being forced to retreat. Now, Mirielle’s guard would be up, making it almost impossible to infilt
