"Why did Zama'tar call me Johnathan?"
Battered and bloodied, she struggled to voice the words in her throat. Pain ran through her body, and the fear of death seemed real. "Z-Zama'tar was… sent over a century ago!"
Sylvester pressed his knee on her belly even more. "And?"
"I… I don't know… I wasn't the Empress. But I…" She groaned in pain. "I know where you might find answers."
Sylvester tried to sniff for any lies in her words but found none of them. She genuinely appeared frightened, far from what he expected from an Empress. But that begged the question of where the real Empress was.
"Where is the answer?"
"In the palace above," she insisted.
'No scent of lies.' Sylvester noticed and retreated from pressing her down. 'I hope this trip wasn't a waste of my time.'
