Chapter 70: Trading Three Thousand Poems for a Journey of Mercy (Part 1)
“Wh… where am I?” A white, boundless water surface. Vyea slowly awoke, opening her eyes in confusion. Beneath her was a deep blue lake, its surface like a mirror reflecting…
“Wh… where am I?” A white, boundless water surface. Vyea slowly awoke, opening her eyes in confusion. Beneath her was a deep blue lake, its surface like a mirror reflecting…