Looking up at the wooden tower, Isis clenched her fists and took deep, angered breaths. 'Thankful to be a slave.' She finally understood why Seth hated the place, why he could easily say it was worse than the Cras. Cras was terrible, stripping people of what made them people, but it was its own mercy in a sense, even if a terrible one. To make one thankful for their chains was worse in a twisted way. For a man who could say there was humour in tragedy, there was nothing to laugh at.
"This. Danmor." Her teeth clenched. "It shouldn't exist."
"No, but what can you do, Isis. You are a single woman, one who has seen much, but still a single woman. Cras has existed for nearly two hundred years. Danmor, over three. Many have tried before you, and all have failed." Seth coolly said, following her gaze up to the top of the tower, staring at the crystal.
