“To see the end the Mortal Gods must stand,” he began, his voice a song as he recited words that gripped her so entirely she tremored as if he spoke of something great to come. “It is not without them that power is true. Fall one, fall all. Find friend in foe to see it through.” Tauria’s heartbeat picked up. “What is that from?” Behind his desk, the man casually sorted through parchments. “It is the beginning of the end, my dear.”
