Chapter 92
Serena's fingers still trembled as she pushed the parchment against her heart. The weight of the truth was too heavy to bear, as if the wet, cold air of the underground library had frozen her very marrow. She had thought the discovery of sacrifice to be repulsive enough, but she had noticed one extra page between the scattered notes. She forced herself to pick it up, although every fiber of her screamed at her to stop.
The writing was older, the ink faded, but the letters were clear. As her eyes ran over the lines, she stood frozen in her heart.
It was not in hints or guesswork, but in a voice of authority, not merely written, but as a dictate. "If the cycle of sacrifice is complete in the hundredth mate, the ascension shall not only be assured, but refurbished every century
