The memory of cold stone beneath her knees after she collapsed to them in two very different locations had never quite faded, even after so many millennia. For the first place… it had been her own home. When 'irrefutable' proof was allowed in front of her that her most promising disciple had been seducing her partner.
The man's scheme had accomplished its purpose… keeping her away until the attempted sacrifice was complete. By revealing something so timely and devastating as how he was leaving her, through letter, that she had to sit there and process it - reading the letter over and over… while they 'got away'.
And the second place of bone chilled knees was a distant ruin, where Elua could still recall with perfect clarity the moment her past self had finally broken through the defensive barriers meant to delay her. Only to find the large scale ritual chamber silent and still.
'Too late. To stop it. To kill her myself.'
