If anyone had told her in that moment that she would live, then she would have very well called them a liar.
Her eyes had found it difficult staying open, and it's been like that since the time he grabbed onto Farah's leg and threw her at the tree.
He was fast. So fast he moved like a fleeting shadow; moving from one far point to another only in but a twinkle.
Verona watched with horrific eyes as he made a mess out of her sister, at least they were that close to use such endearments. She watched the beast cut off the serpent's lower limb, leaving her half-dead.
Already, Gal's life force had vanished, she could no longer feel the brooding woman's presence anywhere in the Varleh link, and Farah's was just barely hanging on. She wondered how this came to be, how did they get here?