WEARINESS was the only emotion Thalia could feel, and she barely felt her own body move as the so-called respected priest, Nerian, dragged her back into the enclosed chamber. She no longer had the strength to resist, nor the clarity of mind to form another plan of escape.
Is this the end?
Is this how her life sinks into the abyss?
Not even tears would fall upon her cheeks, and the elegance that once defined her no longer glowed within the dark pit that consumed her. Kayne, her only remaining hope, had been cast into the very prison where her brother, Aston, had been mercilessly tormented. Was there any hope left for her? For them? Even Goddess Enah herself seemed to have turned her back on them.
Although she was steeped in affliction, Thalia still lifted her head, watching Priest Neria
