Chapitre 240: Hell hounds for guides

It takes Reshma only a second to realise I have stopped moving.

"Serena?" she whispers tentatively, prodding my arm with a bony finger, but I do not hear her. Instead my whole body is entranced- my feet trapped against the ground like a fly in a spider's web, simultaneously captivated and entranced by the beasts before it. The beasts before me look quite different to a spider, however.

We are lucky the corridor is empty, otherwise there might have just been a massacre. If Azrael caught wind that these creatures have been lurking about 'his' palace... Well, he would double their defences, and his watch on me. But these ancient creatures are otherworldly, not chained by the mortal restrictions of magic or a flimsy magical barrier that bars all others from entry to this place. They come and go through the shadows as they please, which is precisely what makes them so dangerous.

Follow.

"Serena what are you-"