“Madra?” Everlayne pursed her lips. “I suppose I know as much as anyone here. She was young when she ascended to the Zilvaren throne. Bloodthirsty and hungry for power.” “But how can she be so old if she’s human? How has she managed to reign for over a thousand years? And how could she have closed all of the pathways with that sword if she wasn’t an Alchemist?” “We don’t know how she did it, but yes, Madra should have died centuries ago.
