I had gathered enough evidence. They were no longer of any use to me. It was time to leave.
But before turning on my heels, I remembered the words of the God: Take the path on the right.
A doubt brushed over me. Had I really seen everything? Taken everything? I scanned the area one last time, searching for a detail I might have missed.
My gaze stopped on the slave. Slowly, I walked toward her.
Around me, the air changed. The warriors tensed, their hands tightening on the hilts of their weapons. Even Baron Vaelthorn made an almost imperceptible move, ready to intervene.
The tension was palpable.
I paid it no mind.
The girl stood there, facing me. Her empty eyes stared at a point beyond reality—extinguished, broken.
For a moment, I stood before her. Then...
