"As the old retainers of the Queen? You lost that right the moment you started walking down a path that Velouria would hate." Cayla glared as veins bulged on her neck.
Nyer was silent. He simply stared at her while maintaining his usual expression.
"Tell me Cayla, what do you hope for this world?" Nyer asked, walking towards Cayla calmly.
"What do I hope for this world?" Cayla frowned.
A question she never really thought about.
"Indeed. A world mired with all its troubles, its imperfections. Its… parasites. What do you hope for this world?" Nyer asked.
Flicking his fingers, the fog obscuring Cayla's view disappeared with a simple gust and the world around them revealed itself to her.
Her pupils constricted.
This wasn't where she was before. In the time that it took for the fog to dissipate, Nyer had transported her to the ruins of Ayr.
