Kapitel 460: Sick Truth

GAHRYE

It had only been minutes, but Gahrye felt like an hour had already passed since he last tried to get through the Portal.

The cave was dusty and the rock under his ass cold. His body was beginning to ache. Sitting there in the dusty cave for another hour was only going to drive him more crazy. Plus, if he was getting out of here again, he yearned to fill his nose with the scents of home one more time, where even the air seemed so much more alive.

But, unwilling to miss any opportunity, Gahrye got to his feet and pressed on the portal again—and again, no noticeable shift in how much it gave under his hand.

He grit his teeth.

"You tell me she's needed—necessary—but then won't let me back to her to help?" he prayed quietly. "You tell me what to do, then put obstacles in my way?" he breathed through his teeth. "She's prophesied too! Am I supposed to ignore that? Sit here on my ass and… what? Just show me what to do!"