He turned around and found himself facing a slim and fair-skinned woman, who was beautiful but as empty as air. She wore a silky pale green tulle gown and a veil covered half of her face. In a way, she reminded Krasus of his queen, but she was not.
Her eyes are still closed. Poor cleo Straz. Her lips didn’t move, but Krasus recognized that it was her voice. Yi Sela sounded a sad look on her pale face, and you wanted her to do something. He didn’t know why she had to repeat this. They all knew the…