As Nyka approached the center of their hideout, her smile broadened.
She couldn't wait to tell her father that the “Heir” didn't return — his Heir and the strange thing he had brought here with him.
That mortal.
Useless.
It was good riddance!
They were both gone, now sanity would return.
Nyka couldn't wait to tell the people about this, to watch their faces lose hope and finally realize that the only ones they had were indeed themselves. She couldn't wait until their silly form of happiness would finally evaporate and be replaced with something real, just like it had happened to her many years ago.
They must see it without any fog of doubt or hope in another entity, they must see things as they truly were.
But as Nyka approached the center of the cave, she realized… something was wrong.
There were many people lined up outside the curtain that led to Gamama’s cave room.
