"And yet you suspect that Lisanor's eyes might pierce the shadows eventually."
His amusement faded. "She has always had a knack for unraveling mysteries she shouldn't. She's tireless in her research and more ruthless than anyone gives her credit for. Ironically, it's that same ruthlessness that's helped her hide how powerful she's become. She doesn't show off. She doesn't flaunt her strength. She simply acquires it, piece by piece, until one day it's too late to stop her."
That steady, methodical climb to power echoed in my mind, resonating uncomfortably with my own approach. We were not so different, Lisanor and I, though our goals were fundamentally opposed. Where she sought to twist necromancy to serve her ambitions of domination, I needed to leverage the knowledge of this world to ensure my own survival, perhaps even shape the future into something less bleak.
