She should abandon him. She should leave him to the Lake of Sorrows. She should hold him in their dreams and watch him slowly lose his mind as he lingered in that place of unliving and undying. But… No. She could not. She loved Valroy. She loved him. All of him. Come the darkness, come the war, come the death. Come what may. He was the Maze. He was a primordial evil. And she was his bride.
