Tamasya stood with her back resting against the cold stone wall outside Anne's cellar, her vision slightly hazy as her thoughts drifted between the past and the present, and although the chaos inside the prison had settled, the silence that remained now felt unusually heavy.
The soundproof barrier that William had erected around the cellar shimmered faintly under the glow of the lava, completely isolating every sound within it, including the cries that had once echoed through the cavern.
It had already been several hours since he had learned the truth about his origin, a truth so profound that it had the power to change him forever, and although she wished that change would lead him toward something better, a part of her feared that it might take him somewhere darker.
