Fantasy of Freedom: The Tainted Accords, Book 4
This is the heaviest the veil has ever felt. But I am the strongest I have ever been. The veil is nothing.
A part of me knew when I was taken from Osolis, that when I returned–if I lived long enough to return–I would carry death and destruction to her doorstep.
That is the irony of peace.
It only comes after war.