Jaethal takes a long look at her creation, then makes a gesture — and what remains of her daughter turns and m

Jaethal takes a long look at her creation, then makes a gesture — and what remains of her daughter turns and marches toward the road to the capital. The movements of soul-less body resemble a puppet in a fairground. "I shall send it to a safe place. It will take time to prepare the vessel for the ritual. But how sweet the wait shall be..." Jaethal looks straight into your eyes. "There's always a way out, isn't there?"