As we drew nearer to the middle of the Citadel, the air seemed to thicken with anticipation. Soon enough, we spotted Lysaria, and her dark fae companion waiting for us. Lysaria's violet eyes locked onto mine, and a shiver ran down my spine.
"Hello, Lysaria." Avery said, "we need to ask for some guidance on what the Oracle told Nik, we must be quick though, as we've left a companion of ours outside the gate. Osric, the worlds most irritating and dubious lycan god."
Lysaria gasped as she turned her gaze towards me. "Gabriel," she whispered, her gaze never leaving my face, "I know you must have questions. I have answers, but first, there's something I must do."
"Go on," I replied cautiously, wondering what could be so important to her.
"Osric," Lysaria sighed, her eyes filled with a stran
