Chapter 2187 Lingering Doubt
- “Mr. Weston must be worried sick,” he said, voice gentler than before. “You’ve been gone long enough. I will face the Nether King, and the Nether Flame will return to its rightful place—I give you my word.”
- Before hesitation could bind his feet, Emrys turned and walked into the falling dusk. One path remained: seek the aid of the Sky-rebel Alliance, however dearly pride might protest.
- Emrys almost laughed at himself. Not long ago, joining the Sky-rebel Alliance had felt like a ridiculous mistake, and now he was about to beg that same faction for help—irony sharp enough to draw blood.