Bloodwalk

Since I see no oracles behind you, I assume your business is irrelevant?" Eli almost laughed in disbelief. She'd received cold receptions in Littlewater before, but this was ridiculous. She considered it best to respond in kind. "I bring no cure, nor promise of one. I am Elisandrya Loethe of the Hunters of the Hidden Circle and I travel alone. My business is my own." The officer digested this nonchalantly, but he did not order the soldiers to lower their spears.

"Have you seen no others on the road? Foreigners, perhaps?" He posed the question almost i

The leather breast plate split and gave way to crimson hands pushing through. A bloodstained torso crawled from the i

Spitting and gnashing her teeth in the harsh language of magic, she sneered as the hunters slowly recovered from the shock of her gruesome arrival. Morgy

His heartbeat slowed, and, pulse by pulse, she felt drawn into his death. Gaping oblivion yawned in his mind and tempted her. That moment between life and final rest, the twilight of existence where she'd been the past decade called to her, but death would not have her.

Buried once in soil that would not keep her, she had risen to a power bound only by her skin. "Toys and playthings," she whispered. "They barely know they're alive." Rage replaced her ecstasy as the man fell lifeless. She turned, furious, on the archers. Rhaeme fired one last arrow in frustration, but again it was reflected just inches from Morgy

The tortured sound of another spell being cast hummed behind them, scratching at their ears and clawing at their spines. One of the men turned back. Morgy