After burning everything in the name of their gods, they ended their own lives in a mass suicide, leaving behind a world without faith.
Primrose never imagined that those fallen gods from thousands years ago, erased from history itself, would somehow be tied to Leofric.
"But maybe it was partly my fault," Leofric said with a weary sigh. "So … I suppose I deserve this curse."
Primrose didn't quite understand what he meant, but before she could ask, Lorelle spoke first.
"Then it doesn't matter anymore," she said softly.
Her eyes glistened, not with tears, but with resolve. "Maybe becoming a ghost is my answer," Lorelle whispered. "If I die, I'll just repeat this damn curse all over again … but if I stay behind as a spirit, maybe I can finally break free from it."
Leofric sighed. "Lorelle …"
She smiled faintly. "If the gods are gone, then I'll just defy their laws myself."
