039: Doom Spiral

[Ona]

Breathe in.

The Technician is living on borrowed time. As soon as that bastard is no longer useful to us, I will flay this monster, hang it from the tallest spire, and watch as the ravens and vultures peck at whatever flesh is under that suit.

Breath out.

Primus and Carnelia are still alive. They are not okay, but they will be. The Elf King and I will see to it. And when they are, we will get them and the babies far, far away from this nightmare zone. Luxandra is cursed. We don't need this damned wasteland. We'll take our family back to the celestial kingdom and shut the gates forever.

Thalan squeezed my hand. Gazing up at his proud visage, I notice the small twitches along his jaw as he tries to keep himself calm. I'm supposed to be supporting him, keeping him from doing something regrettable. When his starlight eyes meet mine I can tell he is thinking the same thing--Our revenge is going to be long and sweet.

"When I had Queen Carnelia brought here, Primus was already showing s