Bab 337: The Birth of a Leader - Part 13

He saw the axe that came for her back. He tried to cry out for his fellow man to stop, but with a dull thud, the heavy blade crashed into her.

She looked over her shoulder, twisting her neck at an inhuman angle, with inhuman noises coming out of her mouth, more similar to the hiss of a snake than the cry of a woman.

Dark black blood well up from her mouth, but she didn't fall yet. She turned to the man that had wounded her, and attempted a swipe. But by now, another woman had come from the side, a still-sane woman, unafflicted by Ingolsol's curse, wearing a look of pity on her face. She stabbed the Cursed woman in the stomach, slowing her once more, but not quite yet killing her.

"No…" Her husband had collapsed to the floor a short distance away, his own heart flickering towards the realm of despair and hopelessness. It was a crushing attack. Seeing it as he could, Beam soon realized that despair was a disease.