"...It's over. There is no point in struggling anymore, Song of the Fallen. Won't it be easier to simply give up?"
Asterion's words echoed in the dark expanse of the empty hall, reflecting from the walls that contained the forbidden truths Nether, the Demon of Destiny, had carved.
Cassie raised a trembling hand, the sharp tip of her dagger pointed at her enemy. She knew where the Dreamspawn was because he had spoken, allowing her to aim her weapon at the source of the calm, chilling voice.
Otherwise, all Cassie could perceive was darkness.
Her body was battered and bruised, and her face was bloodied. She was covered in countless cuts... she was exhausted. Fatigue was pressing her down to the ground, and her mind was aflame with the terrible, pulsing pain that nestled somewhere in the depths of her empty eye socket.
And there seemed to be no hope left.
