Caleb stared at the gray light hovering some small distance from his wretched face.
He was bewitched, none the wiser on the gray smoke being banished out of his body, swirling for a few moments behind him, as though winter frost refusing the first sunlight of spring, before fading to the four winds.
Before Caleb knew it, he felt significantly lighter, as if he didn't know he had been carrying an intangible burden all along.
The weight of Damnation…
Was that it?
The moment the once-damned leader came to, he noticed that everyone was looking at him with expectant gazes. They were waiting for him to confirm it.
But how could he prove it?
Caleb looked beyond the statue. There, the southern border of the Hidden Reprieve beckoned, and he allowed himself to be drawn to its mystical allure.
Everything still felt surreal for him.
