As we continued our journey, the days blurred together. A week passed, though it felt like an eternity of wallowing in guilt and immense hatred for the empire, for Damien.
Days of being consumed by the need for revenge, overwhelmed by the emotion yet having to pretend I wasn't burning with rage because I felt guilty, it was an endless cycle.
Elias had taken the lead, guiding us through unfamiliar terrain with a determined silence that was unlike him. Oak and I followed, our own grief and exhaustion keeping us quiet for the most part.
On the seventh day, as the sun began to set, Elias suddenly stopped. "We're here," he announced, his usual rough voice announced, sobering up from my deep thoughts for a moment.
I looked around, confused. We stood at the edge of what appeared to be a ghos
