"I indeed owe you Everything."
Hvitrmarr's manifestation straightened from her bow, and her ring-in-ring eyes had already hardened back into a queen's.
"Which is why we have to go. Right now. So that I can ensure your safety, because…Jarl Skallagrim, a Cursed Descendant, is here, and even I cannot stand against him."
…!
They were already here?
"I could not leave this Dimension before. The Curse chained every Steed to THE Krazhor-Nul, a fence around the livestock, and running only ever meant running in circles inside it."
"But with the Curse gone…I am free to do so. I will be taking us away from THE Krazhor-Nul Dimension itself."
Away from the Dimension! Out past its walls, beyond the reach of Jarls and hosts and dying colossi, through the dark between Dimensions.
And Noah's gaze became heavy.
"Not yet."
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