DEXTERA
The metallic clang of chains echoed down the hallway as two towering figures flanked me, gripping me firmly beneath my arms.
I could barely limp. The flesh around my ankles was raw from the silver restraints, and every step sent a sharp sting through my already exhausted body. I felt like a shell of what I used to be; frail, light, almost breakable.
We emerged into a massive chamber that looked like some sort of court or decision-making room.
No doubt, this was the Sanctum of Weighing Elder Vaelorra had mentioned.
My heart sank.
The moment they dumped me unceremoniously in the center of the room, silence fell.
Six elders sat high on golden chairs carved with ancestral markings, all staring at me like I was some cursed relic unearthed after centuries.
Freya sat among them to
