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Helena wondered sometimes if she still had eyes. The darkness surrounding her never ended. She thought at first if she waited long enough, some glimmer of light would appear, or someone would come. Yet no matter how long she waited, there was nothing.
She had to endure. To stay alert. That way she would be ready. She had to stay ready. She would not let herself fade away.
“This is elaborate, beautiful, professional work. A vivimancer manually rewiring the human consciousness.”
By its nature, lumithium bound the four elements of air, water, earth, and fire together, and in that binding, resonance was created.
Usually, resonance was channelled into the alchemy of metals and inorganic compounds, allowing for transmutation or alchemisation. However, in a defective soul which rebelled against Sol’s natural laws, the resonance could be corrupted, enabling vivimancy—like what the woman had used on Helena—and the necromancy used to create necrothralls.
All she knew was that as long as those manacles remained locked in place, she wasn’t an alchemist at all.
“The war is over. What is it you think you’re protecting in that brain of yours?”
She looked up at him. “You’re a monster.” He raised an eyebrow. “Noticed that, have you?”
She wished she could tear herself out of her body. Slice it to pieces and watch it burn away so that she was not human anymore.
The whole world knew the revolutionary power of Ferron steel. It had forged the industrial era. At this point, Paladians might consider Ferron a saviour if he usurped Morrough. He could blame the bulk of his atrocities on Morrough, and take responsibility only for what benefitted him. From everything Helena knew, Ferron had no competition. Greenfinch was little more than a puppet, and the Guild Assembly was a joke. Ferron was Morrough’s only visible crutch. It would explain why Morrough was torturing him so much: out of resentment for his own failing immortality. He was critically dependent on
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She kept thinking about his hesitation when she asked him to kill her. He had considered it. Why? If she was a necessary part of his plan, how could killing her possibly be an option? But if she wasn’t, why all the effort?
