Phesia
“So, you have decided to join the Albion traitors?” Phesia spits the words out. “Did you listen to the Dagon?”
“Yes,” I respond, flexing my energy bonds in frustration. “But he told us that Mohryia was partly responsible for the destruction of the old world.”
“Well, in truth, we were all responsible, but it is what the New Albions have done since that turns us from that path. We would lose our identity and just become automatons like their soldiers. No longer having choice, our God given right.” Phesia holds her staff over her head, the blue crystal within shining brightly. Her eyes widen as she continues. “You do not know what it is like to not have control over your own destiny, never to be able to speak your mind for fear of incarceration, and their prisons are not like anythi
