Electra's POV
I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my life, and that's saying something, considering I've basically been dying for the past few weeks, and I've been dealing with a lot of nerve-wracking situations.
Azaryon had already disappeared, the smug bastard. He'd said I had to go the rest of the way alone, like this wasn't some kind of life-and-death situation. A proper bastard. He'd dragged me across realms, dumped me here in this floating city in the sky, and now left me to deal with an ancient judge himself—my supposed grandfather.
Apparently, he was one of the most powerful deities in existence, but no pressure, right?
The final steps led to a pair of giant doors, carved with markings that glowed, and as I reached the top, the doors opened on their own, just like in those movies where the poor, clueless girl is about to walk into her doom. Great, very reassuring.
I swallowed hard, pushed my shoulders back, and stepped inside.
