A Strange New Land | Decree
All she wants is the truth. But she’s guilty. Of what, she doesn’t know—her memory a blank—yet everything points to it. The chilling recurring nightmare of a giant snake. A wall shudders, accusing, at her touch. The Voice, a sinister entity from a Thanae cave, taunts her with a forgotten past. Her body seizes at the brink of revelation, her eyes leaking tears without her permission. And then there’s her uncanny ability to wield weapons with ease, capable of taking down over forty of the Cast—a group of people performing bizarre rituals within the wall’s shadows.
When a sentient dress of vines chooses her, its tendrils lock into her scars, forcing open fragments of a life she can’t recall. The vines whisper of glory: a queen, a savior, once loved, once revered. But this truth comes with a brutal condition: it conceals the darkest parts of her past.
The Voice offers a stark, internal choice: unravel the complete truth, no matter the devastating cost, or cling to a fragile peace built on forgotten atrocities. With the world’s future hanging in the balance, and The Night of Decree looming, she must decide: Will she repeat a history of dire catastrophe that shattered generations, or will she confront all of her past—her triumphs and her transgressions—even if it demands the ultimate sacrifice?
