Her name.
A chill creeps up my spine.
They part ways, slipping into the shadows of the palace.
I stay frozen for a breath longer, my mind turning over their words.
She.
A presence, unseen but feared.
A force greater than Varkos.
Greater than anyone here.
I should let it go. Should feign ignorance.
But I can’t.
Because if Varkos is not the true master of this place—if someone else pulls the strings?—
Then I need to know who.
And I need to know what they are capable of.
My chance comes sooner than expected.
A door, slightly ajar.
A corridor I have never seen before.
I should turn away.
But I don’t.
The moment I step inside, I know something is wrong.
The air is heavy, thick with the almost rotting scent of damp stone and something sickly sweet.
The walls seem too narrow, the space too quiet.
I take another step.
Then another.
And then?—
A sound.
Wet breathing.
I freeze.
The corridor opens into a dimly lit hall, lined with cells.
Not prison cells.
Something else.