Elle’s POV Dreamir was right behind me as we made our way into what he called the meeting hall. And sure enough, as soon as we walked in, it was already stacked with a few people who were dressed almost alike and looked unnecessarily pale even in the almost darkness of the room. I paused, looking around and wondering if I had made a wrong call. “You don’t have to worry, Ravenelle,” he said behind me. “You can keep moving. No one is going to hurt you.” I swallowed, but I knew there was no point for regret because even if I regretted my actions, it was a little too late for that. When we came into full view, they all bowed their heads in greetings to him. Then an older man stepped forward, bowed once again before taking my hand in his. “Welcome, daughter of the soil. We are so pleased to have you back.” The room erupted in an echo of his words, each one of them, repeating it in a robotic motion. I swallowed and stared back at the only face I was familiar with, which ironically
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