“On our honor,” Caden croaked, the words seeming to take great effort—and to cause great pain—“we won’t hurt you.” It was the first assertion from a Hell-Bard that rang against Safi’s magic, and it was true. “We won’t capture you again,” he went on, his face screwed tighter. “We’ll all escape together.” Still true, true, true—there was no denying it. Safi’s magic was alight with the honesty in his words, and though it made no sense to her, she couldn’t deny what she saw. What she felt. “Free them!” she shrieked at Vaness.
Is the noose what powers the Hell-Bards powers? Or perhaps it what binds their previoud selves
