Chapter 153: Time, Druid, and Dragons
"What... happened to Naomi?"
Ambrose had seen much in his long existence, but this was new even to him. The wound across Naomi's throat flickered in and out of existence, yet she seemed unaffected by it. When she saw him, she even managed a faint, strained smile.
She appeared to have lost the ability to speak, so the God of Alchemy explained on her behalf.
"Let me summarize the rather dramatic sequence of events. You should remember that, after you put Naomi to sleep, you left her in Alkhemia's tower..."
As he spoke, Catherine couldn't help glancing at Ambrose. The lich usually seemed decent enough. Why would he drug a young druid? What had he intended to do?
But she dared not interrupt a god. Quietly, she stayed to the side and listened.
The story itself wasn't too complicated.
Naomi had once been sent to the altar by her own kin to serve as the final sacrifice in Gary Watts' ascension ritual.
The druids who had raised her from childhood had done so solely to offer her up one day. From the moment she was born, everyone around her had been nurturing her for the sake of killing her. When she discovered the truth, she collapsed emotionally..