My sleep following Vaelin's departure from my chamber was devoid of nightmares, devoid even of pleasant dreams. It was a curious and unexpected peace, one that left me wondering if he had somehow affected my sleep. I knew not how such a thing might be possible, but each day in this place had revealed new depths to his power. He was truly a being of darkness, and I knew not the extent of his shadow's reach.
I had heard Thora's voice some time ago, asking for permission to enter the chamber, but I could not bring myself to respond. The tranquility was so profound, and I was reluctant to awaken. It had been long since I had felt such peace—perhaps not since before the first demon attack in Twinecrest, before all of this. When it seemed sleep would not claim me again, I pushed the sheets asid
