"We volunteer our witches, your Majesty!" you call out.

Lyceen screams with hatred, "How could you? Burning me once wasn't enough for you?" Turning away from Lyceen, you meet your battle-sister's gaze, her icy stare filled with hurt and betrayal.

As the crowd murmurs with disbelief, you explain how Lyceen was the one who brought The Keening upon Bastone.

"The witch who drew the beast?" the King says incredulously. "Thank you for your honesty, Oathsworn. Your sacrifices know no bounds."

As Lyceen and your witch are dragged away, the King looks on heavily. "These women shall not be harmed until necessary. See that they are well looked after until the time comes. We owe them that much. More souls will be needed, but the task is made easier by the sacrifice of the Oathsworn."