The Throne of Broken Gods

Besides, it was a simple spell to preserve her.” Darkness, thick and heavy, gathered in every corner, sucking the very air from the room. One mighty clap of wings, then another, and she was airborne. Reading the note and seeing the words written on the paper drove home the truth harder than watching the dust of her remains float away on the wind. There had to be a loophole for Kryella’s spell to work.