The rain had stopped hours ago. But the skies were still darkened in the aftermath of the storm.
Neveah stood at the rim of the gorge, hands blistered and still glowing faintly. The Fae sigils had long since gone dark beneath her feet.
On one hand, it felt like a burden had been lifted off of her. On the other hand, there was a measure of guilt. She wasn't certain Adrienne's memories were hers to sacrifice.
But they were not hers to carry either. What had to be done, was done.
"It worked," Lord Fintan chuckled in disbelief, visibly exhausted from the spell.
"As every century before. The Fae will be safe while the rest of the world burns, you mean." She muttered, turning away from the gorge.
"Too bad. This won't keep the crack sealed forever. Just buy time."
Neveah wasn't sure what she had expected. That the gorge would close up and everything would go back to the way it was?
