Chapter 59
- "The ritual doesn't have to end this way," Demion said, his eyes fixed on her. "There's always another way."
- For a moment, Eleanor hesitated. She could feel the magic swirling around her, the pull of the ritual tugging at her very soul. She had come so far and had sacrificed so much. Could she walk away now?
- The Dark Lord's weakened voice interrupted her thoughts. "Eleanor… finish it."