Chapter 30 The Cost of Power

• The words from the distant voice echoed in Elara’s mind as she sat in the quiet of Lysandra’s room. The heirloom piece lay on the table between them, but its weight pressed down on her like a rock. Lysandra watched her with a sad look, her silver eyes glowing slightly in the dim light.
• “Elara,” Lysandra began, her voice measured, “you must understand what you’re dealing with. Completing this item might give you infinite power, but nothing comes without a price.”
• Elara looked up, her brows furrowing. “What kind of price?”