Chapter 37 The nightbloom

"I don't want it."

"He said you would say that. He also said to tell you it's from Hel."

I sat up.

Thalia entered carrying a small chest of polished obsidian. It was unmistakably Hel-made, the carvings on its surface depicted the bone-spires of my city, Nyxara.

I took it with trembling hands...

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