Cassandra was going through one of the most horrible times of her life.
Days ago, she had been kidnapped by some entity that was far more powerful than her.
She didn't know where she was. She didn't even know if Aran was alive, as they had been taken together. And she didn't even know what the f*ck the motive of the culprit was, unless he just got off on watching them suffer.
During the brief time of respite that she got between the ordeals that tested her mind and body to their limit, she would often wonder this, and shout out her questers at the bare stone walls of the room she was trapped in.
Of course, there was always only a single answer, given in an emotionless voice that did not belong to anyone she knew.
"Reach the end of the Road if you wish to leave."
Oh yes, the Road.
Room after room of pure hell, where even a moment of not giving her all would have taken her life.
