Chapter 39

Alessia's POV

I am smeared with my tears because my vision is dimming at the bottom of the cliff. I can't seem to accept that he fell off the cliff and he saved me, that I should have saved him. He did something wrong, but I changed my view of him. In every evil, there is a hidden well. And just like good, there is underlying evil.

Even the relic also fell down the cliff. Why do things seem to be getting worse? When will these problems end? How do I tell Elijah—or should I say how do I get out of here now that Erigor is gone?

I clenched my fists and felt the torn fabric from Erigor's neck. I held it up to look. The cloth was dirty and I also noticed Erigor's braided necklace. I can now see the stone he sculpted up close.

It's rough and I'd say it's badly carved, but when I think about it, it's the only memory left of Erigor, along with this place he called La Krispana.

I let go of the dirty cloth. I hid the necklace that was the memory of Erigor in my pocket. I will never forget this