Page 77 of Legion

Like many other times, she was standing at the windows, gazing down at the city far below, and she didn’t turn when I walked into the room. Heart pounding, I crossed the floor until I was a few feet behind her and clasped my hands together, waiting for her to acknowledge me.

“The Western chapterhouse still stands, Dante.”

I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied simply. “Ember and Cobalt arrived at the last minute with a group of rogues and were able to rout the attack.”

The Elder Wyrm was silent for a moment, then gave a dry chuckle.

“And so you continue to defy me, daughter,” she said, sounding more amused than angry. “Very well. Play your games, if you like. It will make no difference in the end.”

She turned from the window then, and I cast my gaze to the floor as those piercing eyes fixed on me. “Do not worry, Dante,” she said, and my legs nearly gave out in relief. “The survival of a single Order chapterhouse is a minor thing. St. George is truly broken now. They have scattered to the winds, and it will take a miracle to bring them back together.” She smiled, and it held the weight of a thousand years behind it. “Our last opposition is no more. The Order of St. George was the final obstacle that needed to be removed. Now, nothing stands between us and our day of triumph. It is time to move on to the final phase.”

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