I don't know if I could live for long. The Sovereign had placed me within a layer of protection, but that protection only remained if I obviously kept my head down and tried to glimpse as little as possible.
Not even the Sovereign could have imagined that my appetites could not be held back by something as small as death any longer.
He wanted me to learn, and learn I would, but my lessons would not just be coming from him alone, but from the Pale Matron too. Even if it kills me, I was determined to see everything.
Within the blinding white flames, the flesh of the Pale Matron began to fight back, and she stopped growing outward and started growing up. My brain felt as if it was breaking, but I held it in, watching the mass folded upward into… towers?
