Book Eight: Chapter 93

The Caretaker had done this. When he had answered her question, the mortal had spoken with far more than just confidence. It had been Authority, the kind granted only to those who had collected sufficient divinity. Did this man have believers? Was he planning to become a god?

Nyx didn’t have any answers, but one thing was clear. Whatever power he possessed was enough to tear her apart, should he choose to do so. Would it be death by fire? Or perhaps he could stop her heart with a thought?

The princess opened her mouth and cackled. How unexpectedly terrifying and thrilling, all at once! She skipped through the castle, feeling the spirits come to life as she traveled their halls. The transitions between realms were barely noticeable, even by her, as the architecture wrapped in on itself like a snail’s shell.

On occasion, she could hear the Caretaker calling her name. She smirked in response, wondering if he was worried for or about her. The spirits, emboldened by her