Chapter 375

He gazed up at the sky again. “I know you can hear me, Nemyra.” He said. “Why won't you answer? Aren't you tired of Dareth’s tyranny? Don't you want this all to end? You're the Spirit of Truth and Disenchantment. Is this how you want to go down in history? As the goddess who was too scared to do her job? You're supposed to help us bring the truth to light not cover it up and stay in heaven like some weak spineless-”

Thunder roared violently across the sky, cutting him off with a deafening crack. The sound rolled so close it made the ground tremble beneath their feet. Ron and Alaric clutched at each other’s sleeves, their hearts leaping into their throats.

“What is wrong with you?!” Alaric whisper-yelled. “Did you have to call her weak and spineless? What if she struck us with lightning?!” 

“I didn't even know when I said that!” Ron whisper-yelled back. “I was in my feelings!” 

Amid the rattling echoes of thunder and their argument, a soft, weary sig