Chapters

Cynthia stifled a yawn behind her warm smile, boredom gnawing at her. Zekas’s words weren’t dull—she listened—but most of it […]

The carriage wove through Bazerolle’s streets, halting before the lord’s mansion. “Unexpected,” Cynthia murmured, eyeing the modest manor. She’d pictured

Early morning brought Charlotte to their door, clutching Cynthia’s fanny pack. She’d found it in the laundry basket but held

Ina collapsed into sleep the moment they reached their room, exhaustion overtaking her. Cynthia, who’d braced for more of Ina’s

Ina slipped into the black dress, marveling at its exquisite fabric. “Even in Borus, this would be high-end…” The smooth

Cynthia sank into the bathtub, half her face underwater, blowing bubbles, eyes sharp with vigilance. Ina, lounging at the tub’s

The Adventurer’s Guild bathhouse was a cozy surprise, small but sufficient for Cynthia and Ina. Steam curled from a modest

Cynthia absorbed the bloodstone’s power, its energy coursing through her. Yet a nagging unease lingered—what had she overlooked? If Balof

Balof’s form was barely human anymore. His blood-red body pulsed with writhing veins, his face a grotesque mask of demonic

Cynthia’s sickle, Yulandel, swept toward Barov’s neck with lethal intent. But Barov, pausing only briefly, flicked his wrist, conjuring a