There came a rattling sound, like bone on bone - or, Dakshana realized, applause. Those creatures were mocking her.
“This is our finest challenge yet.” The voice was gentle, lulling - like the eyes of a snake lulling its victim into stillness. “Such a lovely soul, drawn in by the truest shadow we have made to date. She will taste ever so lovely.”
Dakshana wondered which rune would ruin the creature best.
Chadstone’s words confused her. “I don’t think she will.”
“Oh? And why not?” That mocking tone was dangerous.
“Because you will not taste her at all.”
Those words were dangerous.
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