"Are you really certain of this...?" Talia, my ever vigilant younger sister, crosses her arms and squints up at me, brows knit. "Going into the wilderness - no, even worse than that, to a known camp of dangerous people..."
"It's not as if we have a choice." I shake my head. "We can't sit and wait. I don't know how much time we have-"
"You don't know that you have a time limit at all." Talia's voice is firm. She's not angry, but she is determined. Of course she is. So am I.
I sigh. I shake my head. "You weren't there. If you could have felt the malevolence of those things..."
One of them I felt even before the Tear was destroyed. In the depths of the lake. There was only hatred and violence and-
"But they left." She gestures with one arm, as if to indicate the world in that direction. "Compared to the world, Latrides is small. There's vast wilderness out there for them to inhabit. They've no reason to ever return."
