Chapter 22 - So Say a {Legacy} That Steers Itself
It wasn’t the hall that greeted her but a blackened field. Malwine stumbled as she landed on the unsteady ground, as if she'd hopped down to it rather than simply exited a door—a door that was now nowhere to be seen.
Red lightning rose from clouds that hovered far too low, tearing through the dark until they slammed into the sea above with a bloodcurdling hiss. Vile wisps of brine and the stench of rotting shellfish spread through the field, through the unreality that was the trial.
Something not unlike a presence rose to counter it, pushing the worst of it away, but Malwine frowned—it carried far too much weight for something that felt like it should have been as flimsy as a light breeze. And that was before getting into how… familiar it felt, perhaps in more ways than one.
| Nothing is forgotten until none wish to recall it.
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