The Turning Point

"No need to worry. The Church's healers barely managed to reattach them. I survived to fight another day… though they'll never be quite the same again."

Frey let out a relieved breath .

Glad the High Warden hadn't been crippled because of him.

"What's the situation?"

Sansa asked as Oliver pulled up a chair and sat beside them.

"The last battle caused a huge stir. And now… the fact that Sansa holds demonic power is no longer a secret."

Oliver's words made Frey narrow his eyes.

"So what do we do now?"

It was a fair question.

Things weren't going to be simple.

"A lot of powerful people are demanding Sansa's execution. They see her as a ticking time bomb."

"But she's in control now. She's not a threat anymore,"

Frey argued.

Oliver nodded.

"That's true—but we don't have proof. Especially with how different she looks now."

He glanced at Sansa .

A girl who had completely transformed.