It's been a few days since Verc tore through the City of Zore and left.
And since that bloody afternoon at the dungeon entrance, chaos has taken root in the city.
The power structure that held the city together for decades was gone in the blink of an eye. The City Lord was dead. Most of the local barons were dead. Even the promising young knights, the pampered sons of the kingdom's elite families, were mostly corpses now.
Those few low-ranking nobles who had managed to stay away from the dungeon entrance were now paralyzed by a deep, shivering terror.
They didn't dare step outside their mansions. They stayed hidden in the shadows of their own homes, convinced that Verc was still lurking somewhere, waiting to finish the job.
In the middle of this disaster, Elianna found herself with a weight she never asked for.
