Krael had been observing the peasant girl ever since Adler had mysteriously cleaned her and dressed her in finer clothes. Placed in the carriage, she slept soundly.
And yet while it seemed that she was doing fine, the girl had never stopped dying, for tapping into power she had no business meddling with, her death would be slow and cruel.
Her soul was breaking, down from bearing weight that should have never been hers. And she was going to pay for it with her life.
There was a reason nobles were the only ones able to awaken.
They had old blood, descended from ancestries of great might and power that had transcended generations, either becoming more powerful or withering in the solemn gaze of time.
Only nobles with old blood could awaken; their rites were after all protected by generations of stolen aether, or aether granted unto them.
