“What do you want?” she demanded, folding her arms like a scolding mother.
“Finally! You’ve hit the question on the head. I was trying to tell you. The damage is done. A thousand years of torture and inquisition, and when we couldn’t answer, you demolished our whole house and toppled the pillar it stood on.”
“I had no choice,” she spat.
I rolled my eyes.
“I can’t change the past, dear, but I can give you an answer now. I had to go much further down than Hell to find his wizard’s soul. It’s still writhing, all of them together.”
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