The Sins of the God King

Chapter 19 : Lyferia

When Lyferia eventually regained consciousness, she found herself in an unfamiliar room, lying in a bed. Her wounds had been healed but not fully. though they were now bandaged with cloth. Sitting beside her was a strikingly beautiful woman dressed in amber clothing. As Lyferia stirred, the woman spoke gently, "You're finally awake."

Confusion clouded Lyferia's mind as she tried to comprehend her surroundings and what had transpired. She instinctively attempted to rise from the bed, but the woman swiftly intervened, placing a firm hand on her shoulder to steady her. Lyferia's eyes searched the room, seeking answers. "Where am I?" she asked.

The woman's expression softened as she replied, "You are in Highmoon. Your fellow Xeldorians brought you here." Lyferia's gaze intensified, relief and concern crossing her features. "Are they all here?" she inquired anxiously.

The faith nodded affirmatively. "Yes," she replied. "You all arrived this morning, battered and some are wounded." Lyferia's eyes widened as she recalled the queen's ominous threat against the Xeldorian children and elders. The urgency of the situation flooded her thoughts. "I need to go now." she declared, a sense of urgency driving her to take action. She immediately left the chamber.

"Where is Sora?" Lyferia exclaimed, as she approached the faiths who were diligently fortifying the ancient tower of Highmoon. This tower, once the sacred home of the Reyhamitra, an ancient Torryn tribe, held many secrets and mysteries. Its halls echoed with the whispers of forgotten knowledge.

 King Eldrick had rewarded the faiths by entrusting them with the tower within Gannanon region, just as the conjurers were granted the old ruins of the Rivertrail region, which came to be known as Xeldoria. Despite the passage of time, the tower had been meticulously maintained by the faiths, its interior pristine and bathed in a soft glow, although here and there, cracks marred its walls and floors.

Lyferia's gaze swept over the bustling faiths, searching for the one she sought. Finally, one of them gestured towards a door to her left. With a sense of urgency, Lyferia hurried towards it. As she swung the door open, she was greeted by the sight of a graceful and wise-looking woman, her features marked by the passage of time, yet emanating an aura of authority. The lady stood near a window, her eyes focused on the activities of her people and the conjurers who worked alongside them. They were carefully placing elemental conduits that resembled torches around the tower, enhancing its defensive capabilities.

"You have to get me to Iron hold immediately," Lyferia pleaded. "The Queen intends to carry out her promise and burn our children and elders."

The lady turned her gaze towards Lyferia, her expression gentle but filled with a weight of responsibilities. "We find ourselves amidst a fierce war against the hoard of warlocks advancing towards us," she explained. "I apologize, Lyferia, but at this moment, my plate is overflowing with urgent matters."

Lyferia fell silent, realizing that her request may have been too much to ask of the grand faith. She began to weigh the situation in her mind, considering the limited time they had. Before she could voice her thoughts, Sora, spoke again.

"It took your group of conjurers on conjured galanthos an entire night to reach Highmoon this morning," Sora stated calmly, her eyes meeting Lyferia's. "Based on that estimation, it will likely take the warlocks at least two to three days to reach us. We must utilize this time wisely to prepare ourselves."

Processing Sora's words. Lyferia realized that they indeed had limited time.

Lyferia gazed out of the window, her eyes filled with exhaustion. "Our combined forces will not be able to hold this place for long," she said. "We suffered great losses, and many of my people are exhausted. I wonder why the faiths did not come to our aid?"