The gates loomed behind us, and with every step forward, I felt the weight of the capital sliding off my back and it was refreshing. The wonder of being there, the awe, the excitement—all of it had been shattered the moment those bastards took Mara. To be fair, it might have all stemmed from the moment she entered the Academy itself and I had to fight through the filth and sorrow of the slums. With everything I had done, it was only a drop in the bucket. If I could save her, I might just let it all burn and move on with my life. Though, deep down, I knew that wasn't true. I was likely an enemy of Morgana at this point, but if that had to be how things were, I would double down on it.