Chapter 65
The voice was Keriya’s, yet not: it was a chorus of all the things she was, a symphony of the broken pieces of her soul. Notes of Shivnath rose and fell, intertwining with undertones of Thorion. Echoes of Viran and Valerion harmonized with the melody of Fletcher, Roxanne, Effrax, and Seba. You must get up. “I know,” Keriya whispered to the void. But after the past month of sustained trauma—after the past five years—she was tired. Tired, broken, and alone. You’re not alone, said the voice in her head. “That’s true.” Every voice in Keriya’s head was the voice of someone who had touched her life and soul. People who believed in her. People who loved her. It was time to be the hero they thought she was. The Limbus was the space between worlds. That meant there had to be some way to retur
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