Astaroth opened her eyes.
She opened her eyes, but she couldn't see anything. Even lifting her eyelids and rolling her eyes side to side, all she saw was thick darkness.
Twitch.
She tried to move her body, but it was useless. Her limbs were splayed out and restrained. Even when she tried to move her wrists and ankles, the leather-like bindings clamped around them were far too tight.
"...then you're saying it's possible?"
Thanks to the ears she'd transformed into elven ones, human voices came through with perfect clarity. The man who had rescued her, Andaihal, seemed to be in conversation with someone.
"Yes. The Queen herself will perform the purification."
The detestable voice of an elf reached her ears. Astaroth instinctively sensed that the elf, presumably an Elder, was scheming.
"Mmph...?!"
