Dakshana spun, clutching the crystal shard as if her life depended on it, and felt it slice into her palm. That creature stretched a spidery limb through the portal, grasping for her. Fury and terror and hatred rose in Dakshana, and she responded the only way she knew how. She slashed the air with bloody fingertips, painting a narrow, lopsided cross, and screamed the name of the rune.
Binding.
The creature let out a howl. The gate slammed shut with a thunderclap. Liquid shadows spattered Dakshana’s face, and then she turned to face the rest of her village.
And wept.
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