The last time I stood in this room.. Blood trickled down my chin as I broke through the skin on my lip. Yes. The last time I stood in this room was right before I had been taken to Démencia. Before Rylan had been beaten within an inch of his life. Before he had died. Fury ignited in my stomach. Surely, the gods had been aware of what awaited us once we began traversing the Waste once more. Yet, they had let us leave without so much as a warning. They had let me endure countless hours of torture. And for what? Why?
"Where are you?" I demanded, turning to inspect the entire room. "I know you are here, all of you. Come out and face me!"
My shouts were met with silence. Settling my gaze on the golden throne, I scowled. Where there had once been nothing were four siblings. Four gods. As
