Chapter 24: Chapter 24

In his mind, she caught a glimpse of a beautiful woman, yet her eyes were blank and uncaring as she stared into a tiny grave. The sight almost brought both Neivayka and Artor to their knees. In the vision, Artor slit his arm deep, and as the disturbingly black blood welled up pouring into the grave, he vowed silently to himself that when the day would come for the downfall of Lorimer. He would find the strength to defy his master and help “the one” to bring his defeat.

“Your child… he took your child,” Neivayka whispered, devastated.

-And my wife with my son when she could no longer handle the ache of empty arms. He turned me into this beast at my request when I could no longer handle an empty house. Now I hunt for him, but only to find you. And tonight, I will take my leave. Spread your hope, Neivayka, and in doing so, know that you destroy his shadow one light at a time. -