Chapter 1845 Wynter's Desperation

Ailithir had made it painfully clear that this was just her attachment—her desperate fantasy that had never happened. A fantasy in which she could have saved him and Mt. Nyxvarn. These delusions had festered into an obsession. His words stirred pieces of long-buried memories awake inside her. Even without the formation, she would have brought Dalton to the mountain and fallen for him. She would have infuriated every major sect because she shattered their power structures, too. She communed with beasts but refused to help them harvest demon cores. She bowed to no faction, not even the imperial court. She had razed Mt. Lunther to the ground. So, they came for her. Under the pretense of suppressing "evil from the underworld", Mt. Lunther led the sects in besieging Mt. Nyxvarn. Now, she remembered everything. She remembered the day of her wedding. The spirits she had once helped pass on had returned to bless her. Mt. Nyxvarn was alive with celebration. Ailithir, weathering his thun