Lilith's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, her threads curling around her fingers like curious serpents. "Hmm. You know quite a lot about the Wasteland. Have you ever been there yourself?"
Isolde shook her head slowly, her pale hair shifting against her shoulders. "No. No sane person would willingly set foot in that place. Everything I know comes from travelers who were foolish enough to venture near its borders and lucky enough to return." Her voice dropped. "Most didn't."
Adam leaned forward, his crimson eyes fixed on her face. "Then where do we find this Compass of Desire? If it's the only thing that can guide us through the Wasteland, someone must know where it is."
Isolde was silent for a moment. Then she spoke, her voice low.
