The Sorcerer Behemoth's refusal to offer assistance-followed immediately by the Temporal Behemoth's equally firm and absolute rejection-struck the Pure Kaylis with something terrifyingly close to a full panic attack. The weight of abandonment pressed down on her chest, stealing her breath for a fleeting
moment.
She had never been ignorant of what the cursed Darvion was doing: the slow, methodical tightening of the noose around her existence. She was not blind to the legal imprisonment of her children under the false sanctity of marriage, nor unaware of how her own army had been seized and bent to his will by force.
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