Chapter 698: The Face of the Traitor
Sophia watched herself surrounded by rocks.
Stone pillars rose in a loose circle around the clearing, their surfaces carved with symbols she recognized from the drawings Ronan had brought back. The Nir'thal Circle. The place where the seal had been anchored, where sacrifices had been made, where black magic had been performed long before any of them had been born.
And she was in the center of it.
Bound.
Her arms stretched outward, chains biting into her wrists as they connected to two of the pillars. Her legs were restrained similarly, spread wide enough that she could not move without pain. The stone beneath her was cold and rough, and the sky above was a flat, lifeless gray.
Her head was bowed, her hair hanging limp around her face. She looked defeated.
Selith was there.
