[se] there are brighter flames

I carried my own ashes to the mountains

His brows furrowed again, either out of irritation at the situation, his own knowledge reverberated back to him, or that they were continually going in circles. “I am aware.” But this wasn’t moving forward. It was a mix of the same repeated notions. His jaw clenched, and he loosened one more elongated breath, striving to keep it together without more frustrated angles contorting between his teeth. “The main issue was, and could still be, Wessex. The rest could have been dealt with.” And had been in some parameters – Deimos had at least taken out Neron. Hotaru had been pregnant. Noah had fought for his survival. The aforementioned demigod, however, was another force altogether. And while he could harpoon and unleash tide after tide of power, demolition, and dominion, they’d clearly gathered the Wraith there because she would’ve outlasted them all. “We sent a letter to the Hollowed Grounds, asking where they stand in all of this. Perhaps we will know where to expect her actions once we hear a response.”

And with no one else in the delegation, save for Neron and Sah, that left out the ability to remove Morgan via her council’s weight. He started walking once more, breezing along a narrow strip of pathways bordered by muck and grime, simply because the restlessness and exasperation was coiling into his limbs. “We keep saying it needs to come from the people. They need to understand Morgan does not have their best interest at heart.” Nor the Voice. "The LongNight monster should be a sign of what the Voice's motivations are."

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