She finally stood. Her gaze swept over her father's stunned expression and lingered on Rowan's unreadable mask.
"Sir Ashgrave is correct, Father. The crows wouldn't come to investigate, but to purge. For some reason, the church wanted me dead more than ever. Perhaps it was because I revealed one of their high priest was using demon magic. They probably want to ensure I won't tell what I've seen to everyone."
The duke seethed in anger. For his daughter to be upfront of the danger she was about to face infuriate him.
"We will not wait for them to strike." Sera continued as she walked to the diorama, where a map of the entire Solmora and its neighboring lands was presented with precision. "We will lay a trap. But not just any trap. We will give them a trap so perfect and enticing that they will walk into their own annihilation with smiles on their faces."
