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Chapter 8

The lantern's flame danced, a beacon in the unyielding darkness that had
become Daerys's constant companion. Time stretched on, each moment was a
reminder of his enduring vigil. Yet, within the depths of despair, a fragile
thread of hope had begun to weave its way into the fabric of his existence.
Lady Joihe, enigmatic and boundless in her wisdom, had promised to invoke a
favor from Lady Raryweya goddess whose dominion over the dead was well
known. This alliance, however, came with a caution as dark as the shadows
that clung to Daerys's soul. Joihe's words were clear: the outcome of this
entreaty might not align with Daerys's desires.

The prospect was a grim one, casting a pall over the flicker of hope that had
ignited within him. The lantern, once a symbol of his unwavering resolve, had
grown increasingly burdensome, its light a mocking reminder of the passage of
time and the weight of his quest. The realization that he now felt the
physical toll of its presence not only deepened Daerys's turmoil but also
stirred a profound sense of guilt within him. It was a guilt born of
doubta questioning of his own strength and the fear that perhaps his
resolve was waning.

Daerys's thoughts wandered through the tangled corridors of his mind,
wrestling with the possibilities that lay ahead. Would Rarywey make demands,
what would she do? Would the goddess demand a price too steep for even his
spirit to bear? And what of the lantern, the keeper of his sister's
essencehad its growing weight signaled a shift in the balance of powers, a
sign that the very fabric of his quest was fraying at the edges?

Haunted by these questions, Daerys found himself standing at the precipice of
uncertainty, the future a vast, uncharted expanse that stretched before him.
Yet, amidst the turmoil, his resolve remained unbroken. For within the heart
of the darkness, the flame of hope, however dim, continued to burn, a defiant
stand against the shadows that sought to engulf him.