Chapter 10 is out!
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Kinda got chills reading this, for some reason. Loved it. 
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I am so happy to hear that! I hope the next chapter will have a similar effect 
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Got an error that prevents me from continuing:
As well as this smaller one when choosing deflection,
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Thank you for letting me know! I hope that everything works now
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Sneak peek
The cold draft is replaced by the suffocating smell of burning myrrh.
A local zealot stands over you. You are strapped down.
You feel pure, visceral terror as the zealot takes a silver blade and drags it across your forearm. They are bleeding you to see if you are still human.
You look down. The blood that wells up is not a rich, healthy crimson. It is a thin, watery, pathetic pink.
Your father weeps in shame. The zealot’s face twists in holy disgust.
“Purge the frost,” the zealot hisses.
He takes a handful of blessed, coarse holy salts and grinds them directly into your open wound.
The pain is absolute. It is a blinding, white-hot agony that completely eclipses the cold.
You scream.
You scream like a mortal, thrashing against the leather straps until your wrists bleed that same pathetic pink, begging your father to stop them, begging the Light to save you.
But the Light does not answer.
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I neither saved Tomas nor watched his execution, yet the game treats it as if I had?
"When you close your eyes, you still see the square —You remember it. You feel it in your bones. The crowd presses in like a tide. Faces blur into one another — fear, hunger, devotion — all feeding on the same light. The stake rises from the center, wrapped in chains and soaked in oil.
Tomas stands bound, his shirt torn, the mark of the accused carved into his shoulder. His eyes search the crowd once — desperate, human — and find nothing to hold onto.
The chant builds, low and rhythmic. By bone, by blood, by flame.
You remember the way your knees locked. The way your breath turned to stone in your throat. You could have spoken. Could have moved. Instead, you stood still as the torch touched the kindling.
The fire caught too quickly. It always does.
He didn’t scream at first — just stared at the sky, lips moving in words you couldn’t hear. When he did, it wasn’t pain that broke his voice, but disbelief.
The light filled the square, a cruel dawn, and the people of Ashwood turned their faces toward it like worshippers.
You remember the smell. The sound. You remember doing nothing. You open your eyes."
Also, I haven’t finished the current demo but it feels strange the way Sol just “disappears” from the plot right after our “awakening”. Our character was adamant about saving him. He grew super attached to the MC. We go into the tree for what feels like a few days, then an execution happens… I thought he would be more involved / present.
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Oh my god, thank you so much for catching this and for being so incredibly kind about it! You are completely right on both fronts, and I really appreciate you taking the time to send this in! I am going to dive into the script and fix that variable check as soon as possible
And Solian? Feedback like this is exactly why putting out a demo is so important to me. I stare at the draft for so long that I become totally blind to pacing issues. Thank you again for playing, and for loving these characters enough to call me out when they suddenly go missing! I will look into it and try to rewrite that part in the upcoming updates
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