Lorraine knew the truth now. The river had to be returned to Kaltharion, or the devastation that lurked at the edge of war would spill into reality and drown them all. It was only fair. Only just.
And the only being powerful enough to right that ancient wrong stood before her was angry and grieving, but not yet lost to the abyss of his own sorrow.
Not yet.
And if she had to walk straight into a god's wrath to give Leroy the justice he deserved… then so be it.
"Are you aware that the river pact is broken?" Lorraine asked, keeping her voice steady.
She needed to see it, to measure how far Vaeronyx had drifted from the kingdom he once created, shaped, and worked for.
"River pact?" His massive head tilted, pupils narrowing like molten slits. A scoff rolled from his chest, and a spark leapt from his fangs. "What do you think that is, mortal?"
