Born of the wastelands, Spheris Arnadel, a young skilled thief, finds himself subject to a twist of fate when he steals a powerful relic and becomes a Bearer — humans gifted with powers from the Gods. As a punishment for his theft, he is cast into an otherworldly realm alongside other Bearers, where he faces off against monstrous beasts and powerful enemies. Yet, in his determination to return to the Continent and save his dying mother, Spheris is hell-bent on surviving the abyssal world. Even if it means giving his body to the Dark God whose powers he had stolen... even if it means losing all of his humanity.
"I have said I was sorry," Nephta repeated as they climbed down one of Vexarion's head, who was giving them a lift from the top of the mountain. "I had no idea that I was being followed."
Spheris said nothing, only walking to where he had kept Smallbutter's diary, picking it up and then putting it into his Eternal Satchel.
"Well you can say something you know?" Nephta asked him. "I'm not going to take the silent treatment from you. Are you angry at me."
"The energy for anger is something I do not have, Nephta," Spheris said, though not turning to her. "I'm not angry. I just want to get this done."
Nephta nodded her head, then smacked her lips loud enough for him to hear. "You seemed angry."
Spheris's eyes turned to slits, and he finally turned to address her. "What is that supposed to mean?"
She shrugged. "You killed three men."
"You mean the men that attacked us?"