Chapter 538

Valerius couldn't care less about the grudges between these adventurers, or who killed whom, or who got wiped out. People died in these waters every day. One more or one less made no difference.

But Rhea was an exception.

He flicked away the prayer from the Brazier, as easily as brushing off a speck of dust clinging to his coat.

Ophelia stood by the Brazier, watching as the flames slowly shrank an