At midday, I walked out of the building and laid on the grassy fields. As the sun burnt my eyes, I closed my eyelids and let the warm sunlight shine on me.
We had come up with a plan, it had taken almost half a day to do so. Soon, the sun would begin its descent, and at dusk, the war would begin.
"One more day," I whispered to myself. One more day, and we would be free.
Hopefully.
That part was what worried me the most. What if Asher was wrong? What if freeing the soul of my predecessor wouldn't make the Ereth 'lose' the game, and we wouldn't be kicked out? What if we became stuck in here because we didn't side with the Ereth?
I sighed. It was too late now anyways. We had given the Demon Lord a huge advantage over Aelith and her armies by destroying those three Divine Pillars. I had decided to go through with this anyways, there was no point in pondering or worry about 'what if's' now.
