I knew that voice. It belonged to the same Ereth that killed the contestant in the semi-finals and saved my life.
As he continued with his words, the air grew heavier. "We welcome you to our humble halls, travellers from the Beyond. Allow us to congratulate you on your triumph."
Humble? There was nothing humble about this place. It took some effort to keep my expression neutral.
"We thank you," Erik stepped forward. My heart skipped a beat – that was not what we had planned! I was supposed to do the talking, not him. He knelt at the foot of the steps leading to the thrones. Naturally, we followed his lead.
My heartbeat quickened as I felt the air around us fill with magic. What was going to happen now?
"Paladin of Rohir, Wayfarer, Warrior, Rogue," He hesitated for only a fraction of a second. "Keeper."