Nadia sensed Ayrie, and used a shadow elemental to surround her. They teleported away before Ayrie could see Nadia’s true face. She trusted the priests to say nothing of this. Though just to be sure she had an air elemental whisper in their ears, “Do not tell Ayrie any of this. Give her the remaining ring.”

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Asran looked out the window his eyes tired, but he remained awake worried. Worried that Wrath would try something without him there. “Damn this curse, damn you Astoria. Why did you have to betray me? Was I not good enough? Did I not prove myself good enough to be loved? Why, why did you betray me for him?” All of this talk of Astoria by wrath had dredged up awful memories. Of Astoria turning to a man clad in a godly holy glow. The man that founded a church upon his pain a man that used Astoria’s magic and then her life as a martyr to help him ascend. How could a man like that become a god? A god of lies, a god who builds temples dedicated to his supposedly good name on the mass graves of his people. He held his head as the pain caused by these memories courses through his head. He screamed out in agony as he remembered her name be buried by his pope, and bishops. Becoming only something whispered about by the supposed nuts of the church.