"A true Zharun wedding requires a proper feast. We will perform the rituals after the war. The blood of the Zerith warlords will serve as the perfect sacrifice to celebrate our victory, and the sealing of our bond."
He stood up, his massive, corpse-like frame dominating the room once more. He didn't wait for Veylara to officially agree. He turned his head and locked his oily eyes on the weeping girl leaning against the wall.
"Come," Gorr commanded, extending a single, pale finger.
Lumi flinched as if she had been physically struck. She looked around the room one last time. She looked at the elders who had traded her away. She looked at Kira, who had tightly squeezed her eyes shut, entirely unable to bear the shame of witnessing it.
Finally, Lumi looked toward the shadows where Sol stood.
