On the march back to the central horde, all she could think about was, did they finish what they started with the little gnome, kill her, or was she bound as well? Was her spontaneous decision to abort the mission to save a soul from torment a complete loss? She also imagined Cole facing the embarrassment of placing trust in Alyssalee at the peril of the captured Undivine—and the world. She imagined Sophie’s face full of worry but knew that she’d still care for her despite the utter failure. And this was the final image that cemented her resolve.
They took her to a holding area, a series of wood-bound cages, with most of them occupied by various monsters and templar factions. The evening had arrived, and the poor moonlight didn’t aid in intel gathering. It was difficult to make out featur
