Chapter 51: The Nerve of Her

Thaleia started, "My Lord, we are—"

"Yes, I know. I can't assist you. The only way out is the one you're familiar with. Any purple robe can guide you back there. I'm sorry."

He genuinely appeared to be remorseful, but his gaze remained fixed on Thaleia.

Annoyance flashed across Thaleia's face as her nostrils flared. "Very well, then," she said, and we left Verill behind.

Locating a purple robe in that place was as easy as finding a Baku in the market. Indeed, the purple-robed figure was willing to lead us back to the gods. She effortlessly navigated us through the expansive passage. It crossed my mind to simply reverse our course and exit the way we'd entered. I kept this thought to myself, sensing it wouldn't work.

We passed through the gateway once again, our purple-robed guide bidding us farewell. We found ourselves in front of Nyxara's throne, the Demon Goddess. She was grinning.

The nerve of her.

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