Chapter 41: Fallen Walls
Agony seared my soul, sending fiery tendrils of pain throughout my body. I was still sleeping, but the pain seeped through, reaching deep and invading my dreams. Those were the same as they always were, plunging me into the endless, shadowy corridors of the Divine Throne. The Fire, the faces, and the terror were amplified by my injuries, swirling me about like a tempest and crashing against the shores of my insecurities. When Soltair's visage finally consumed me, I jolted awake, cheeks wet with tears.
"Xiviyah!"
Soltair bent over me, his face overlapping with the fading remnants of the nightmare. I flinched as he touched my face, but relaxed when I realized what was happening. This Soltair would never hurt me.
He looked tired and worn, his face long with worry. Of all his previous injuries, only a faint white scar on his neck remained. I lay back in my room, in the slave quarters. The magical lights shone brightly, casting heavy shadows against the walls.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Author_of_Fate
Author_of_Fate Once again, I'd like to apologize for the missing chapters, and I hope you’ve gone back to read them.
On another note, we are nearing the end of the first arc, which has set up most of the upcoming story. I'd love to hear your thoughts so far, whether through comments or reviews. Your feedback is much appreciated, especially when centered on what aspects of the story you like, or can be improved.
As a heads up, the next arc will feature much more worldbuilding, character growth, and action as our protagonist moves out into the adventuring lifestyle.
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