As I watch Sahora deftly kill someone I once made an oath with, Hidil, my friend, my brother. I feel relieved she is okay, while also somehow completely terrified of her.
The rest of the Fellowship probably assumes I met the same fate.
A mission I did not and cannot complete.
But I see something clearly that they cannot.
Not yet.
Not until it is too late.
Sahora is Kathera.
The soul of our Empress is still alive in her.
Powerful.
Unbreakable.
Terrifying.
There is nothing unnatural about bringing Kathera back,
Because she never left.
Hidil would never have seen it,
Even if it stood right in front of him.
My oath may be breaking,
But I feel stronger now than I ever have.
I will rip this world open just to make it safe for her.