Gods help us all.
HE’D BEEN dripping poison in the King of Sorrows’s ears for longer than I thought.
I was barely able to bring him back.
But his eyes cleared.
I HAVE to be strong. For Morgan.
But it’s there, isn’t it?
At the back of my mind.
I have to be strong.
I LASTED longer than I ever thought I could.
But it’s still not enough.
I must flee this place.
Castle Freesias.
It’s my last hope.
I LEFT gifts for the dragons in the cave.
Their feathers are extraordinary.
The shadows are crawling along my skin.
It won’t be long now.
GODSDAMN YOU, Myrin.
You did this, you did this.
I loved you, and you did this to me.
(THE NEXT pages are illegible, covered in unrecognizable symbols. Some have been torn out.)
HE SMILED. When he saw me.
I wanted to kill him.
“Randall,” he said. “I—”
Morgan barely escaped.
If he returns, it will be the last thing he does.
I CAN breathe.
The sun, it’s… bright today.
A WOMAN named Vadoma came from the desert.
Morgan seems disturbed.