The realization crashed over Eiravyne like a merciless tide. The man standing before her with that malevolent grin wasn't just any sorcerer—he was part of the very lineage responsible for the devastation of her adoptive Verenth family and served the king who annihilated her true sangrever family.
Urag's presence was a looming threat on every conceivable level.
Her heart hammered painfully against her ribcage, each thud a grim reminder of how close she was to losing everything.
The sorcerer's recognition of her bloodline was a chilling omen of doom she had feared.
Urag appeared to relish in her fear, his smile widening as he savored her growing distress.
"Oh, this is quite the show," he drawled, his voice dripping with derision. "You don't even remember me? How quaint. It seems your memory is as unreliable as your defenses."
Eiravyne struggled to grasp why Urag would find it significant that she had forgotten him.