I lay in bed for hours staring at the ceiling. My mind kept replaying everything.
The Whisperer showing me Raya. Her consciousness barely holding on. The torture wearing her down to almost nothing.
Andrea merged with the entity. Too deep for me to separate them. Too integrated for my current abilities to handle.
And underneath it all, a question I'd been avoiding since I woke from the coma. What was I actually supposed to be doing?
I'd been fighting Xarath's servants since day one. First the Harvester, now the Whisperer. Reacting to threats as they appeared, saving people one at a time.
But what was the actual goal? What did winning even look like?
I sat up slowly. My body still ached from being forced out of Andrea's mind, but my thoughts were starting to clear.
Xarath was sealed i
