“Come with me.”

Calcharo pleaded, stepping closer.

You’ve been treated lower than dirt by the people you worked for. You aren’t allowed to do anything without permission, even things such as go outside or speak freely.

Calcharo had dreamed for the moment he was able to keep you safe and show you the world. He’d envisioned how your smile looked.

“I’d burn worlds alike for you. Universes. Just come with. Say the word, and I’ll get rid of all whom stand in our way.”