The first thought that entered my head was that I had failed my World Quest, but I had seen the power of the Pale Matron, and I was not strong enough to suppress her yet… the quest was to stop her from rising, so clearly I was not meant to kill her, not unless I was strong enough to reach past Transcendence.
I was back in front of the vat that had imprisoned me for three months, in the second temporal anchor, and the world was frozen around me. The knight who wanted to take my head floated behind me, effortlessly held up by my domain.
However, my mind was not focused on what was around me, as my thoughts kept dwelling on one thing… the cold pragmatism of Sovereign Caldus Thorne that would condemn an entire continent to die, just to flush out the enemy.
In the short time I was with him, he had given his reasons, and with his charisma and power, the edge of my fury had been dulled… it was not an easy thing to stand in front of a Sovereign and feel the full focus of their attention.
