We exit the Temple as dawn begins to break over the Capital.
The rescued victims are taken to a secure location where healers can tend to their physical and mental wounds.
The four captured cultists are brought to a different facility entirely—an interrogation chamber deep beneath the Royal Palace.
I stand before them now, studying their faces.
Three men and one woman, ranging in age from their twenties to their fifties.
Their tongues are intact, and I have hope that their minds are still capable of providing me with some answers.
"Where are the others?" I ask, keeping my voice level.
"We found some of the missing people, but not all of them. Where are the rest?"
The cultists remain silent, staring at me with expressions of defiant hatred.
"Your Temple is destroyed," I continue. "Your ritual was interrupted. Your fellows are dead. You have nothing left to protect. So tell me—where are Seraphina Mornantte, Sir Jonathan, Prince Claus, and Lord Dracus Krawford?"
