Cath
Cath was aware he had no time to lose. The wall in Igodar’s mind was too hard to crack. It was there as if the old demon had known in advance to build it in order to guard his secrets as if someone had tipped him off. But how? How was something like this possible? Neither of the demons was supposed to know this secret. The only one that did ended up with a dagger in her chest. And neither one of the elves would reveal the whispering to the enemy. Every one of them would rather die in terrible pain before sharing such a secret. Then how was Igodar aware and why was Anya, his queen whom he claimed to have served with honor and loyalty, didn’t?
When he emerged back to the real world, no more than a few seconds later, Cath felt like he was about to get sick. Everything around him swirl
