The look on Dolan’s face upon seeing his village’s life source evaporate away wasn’t quite as good as the look on his face upon seeing Brenna claw her way out of her winding sheet and dust herself off.
Most everyone was screaming and fleeing. Some had reached the trees. Others had flung themselves in the shadows of their houses and sobbed for help from their goddess.
“Shame,” Brenna said. “Their goddess sent help, and they tried to kill it.”
Dolan looked at her, and his eyes almost fell out of his head. His mouth worked, but he had no words.
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