Alhona walked absentmindedly beside the master, who was practically dragging her by the hand, crushing her fingers mercilessly inside his palm. She was vaguely conscious of her own feet moving mechanically forward, but most of the time she was just numb… and angry.
Angry because Ulgiak had forced her to march uphill with him and leave her daughter's grave behind. Numb because of all the red tea that she had been drinking lately against her own will.
Yet, her will, or her opinion, had long stopped being something that mattered in the very slightest to him.
It was sad how her words had seemed so crucial in the past, and how little weight they had now… at least on him.
Regardless of this, Ulgiak was not stupid. He was perfectly aware that their adepts still looked up to her and viewed h
