Chapter 50
- The air outside the cave was sharp and cold as a dagger's edge. It cut into Myriella's lungs, driving the stifling warmth of the command cave from her body. She drew a deep breath, feeling the cold ease the heat burning in her cheeks.
- She had won.
- It had not been a battle of swords and steel, but a battle of wills, and she had emerged the victor.