The stone altar that emerged from the moss was the eternal bed of a woman who had a pleasant but plain appearance. She was wearing a simple dress, made of good but cheap fabric, which flowed to the ground like a white, shimmering waterfall. Hadjar had already seen her in the Black General’s memories. This was the mortal woman for whom he had left the Seventh Heaven, and for whom he’d also followed Derger’s orders and left the Potter’s beloved in the garden of the God of War. Hadjar couldn’t remember her name…
“Where-”
“He couldn’t pay the price,” the Black General whispered. He tried to reach out toward the woman’s face, but failed. He was just an illusion, after all. “No one has ever been able to pay it.”
“The price?”
He saw Erfan, the mighty warrior whom Hadjar had been mentally
