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Chapter Sixty-Two: A Mother's Visions
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2021-11-05 20:25:57“Now, we find the relic and go back,” said Thassa.
“But I don’t have the other relics,” she said, her shoulders sagging with the memory. She quickly ran through the events on Benguzi, Thassa listening attentively.“That means Zlo has the relics you and the Light … Sul …” he shook his head, “I mean, Astrapi found?”“Yes, he does," she said hearing only failure in her acknowledgment. But then why was Thassa looking less despondent?"That's good news, Ilyria," said Thassa, "Because it means they are still in one place. Even if that place is with him. We just have to figure out how to get the relics back from him."
Ilyria was not convinced this was such good news, though she felt a small ember of hope warming her.
"Thassa, how do we know that he doesn’t already have the Yakip relic? And the Izben one? We didn't even make it to those places. And the Nemachi one? If it even exists.”
She remembered that final image of the Nemachi fortress, the smoki
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