"Are you prepared to leave, then?" Nyxara asked. "You should depart soon because if you sleep, none of you will live again, and there are imperial rules against the undead holding official imperial positions."
Thaleia said firmly, "I will not leave without my cousin."
"So be it," snapped Nyxara. "Then you will stay. However, if you change your mind, the way out is through the arch your friends know, then to the left, past the Cycle, and onward. You may take it if you can. The Lord Drevolan will find his life seeping away from him as he walks, but he can try. Maybe you'll succeed in bringing a corpse out of this land, denying him both the rest of the Paths and the life he's already forfeited. Now leave me."
We looked at each other. I was feeling an overpowering wave of fatigue.
