ileen grits her teeth as she struggles against the restraints binding her hands and feet. The high walls of the cell chamber are solid and block out the light of the Waking Eye.
The sound of marble grinding against marble captures Nileen’s attention. The opening to the cell chamber quickly fills with a large overbearing shadow.
“Galan.”
The Sixth Conscience and Champion of The Great Divide steps into the chamber. He does nothing to hide the sneer on his face.
I kept your brother, Galan begins, in this very chamber…until I killed him.