The damp, cloying fog of the Deadmore Forest seemed to swallow the light, leaving only the oppressive violet haze of the demon moon to illuminate Hannah's trembling form. She stood amidst the twisted roots, her arms crossed tightly over her chest to shield the raw, reddened skin where the Sovereign's heat had branded her. Every breath was a struggle.
"Why?" she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "Why have you brought me to this... this graveyard of spirits? If you wanted me dead, you could have just killed me."
