"Who exactly was that old man?" Helya pressed Sire Denathrius.
Sire Denathrius took a deep breath and shook his head slightly, his expression grave. "We underestimated him. The power Zovaal commands has already surpassed that of an Eternal One."
Helya was stunned. The pressure on her doubled, and fear slowly rose in her heart.
Yet Zovaal's strength did not make her abandon her efforts to keep him in check.
After suffering through Odyn's schemes, Helya always prepared a fallback, no matter when or whom she faced.
She wanted to change her fate through her own strength. Even if she took the wrong path, she refused to surrender control over her life.
"Then what do we do? Stop here?" Helya asked for Sire Denathrius's opinion.
Denathrius chuckled. "Don't worry, Lady Helya. Our partnership is very secure. I won't bail out halfway, much less betray an ally."
"Hehehe, the old woman is scared." Remornia's bitchy voice rang out at precisely the wrong moment.
Helya ignored the living blade and spoke frankly about her concerns.
"But we've already tampered with the Runecarver."
"Oh, I forgot to answer your question. That wasn't the Runecarver. That was the Primus." Denathrius delivered the earth-shattering revelation in the most casual tone.
Helya's heart leaped into her throat. Only then did she realize why Denathrius had said the Jailer's power had surpassed that of an Eternal One.
"What? How is that possible!" Helya was utterly shocked.
How could an Eternal One who ruled Maldraxxus, a leader who embodied the Shadowlands' absolute military might, have been locked in a cage like a prisoner by the Jailer?
Helya had clearly sensed that the Primus had lost all his power, along with his memories.
Sire Denathrius smiled. "Nothing is impossible. Zovaal the Jailer has already assimilated the Primus's power. His chances