The citadel was not the prison. This entire vale is shadowed. Syn taunts my hope, but I must continue to hope. There must be a way out. There must be.

  How many times before have I thought I was going to die? Certainly during training with the Horde. Once or twice tending to Coatl-ome. I was certain Drang and I were going to starve while we were hiding in the deserts outside Vrarag. When I first used the wyrmsblood on myself. Which was when Syn chose me.

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  I think that might have been the last time. Even in the dungeons under Eragdush, through the torture and everything else, I knew I was going to survive. I could feel the Nightmare watching from the shadows of our cell. I haven't feared death for years. Why should I start now? Why would I begin to fear death here, where I can survive death. And if death cannot stop me, how can Syn?