Chapter 57
“You are f*******n from interacting with me,” Shivnath reminded the bronze drackling. “I’m aware, Empress.” He spoke her title with bitterness and scorn. Shivnath hid a flinch. Empress, her kin called her—derived from the draconic verb empra, meaning to rule. She had blocked their emotions, laden them with Valemagic, and f*******n them to fight in the war, all without their consent. Agony tore at her. How had she strayed so far from the ideals of her youth? Who would she be if she refused Thorion, she who had once sought to save her kin? For the first time in ten ages, she chose the lesser of two evils. She brought Thorion to the Broken Vale. She exorcised the clean half of his soul and agreed to keep it safe. Yet Thorion’s soul did not stay with her. Another power, simple yet transce
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