PRIYA

“That fucking bitch!” I hissed, staring at the ruins of a small shop. Fragments of the Silken Arrow tangled with giant, black vines. The ruined walls were covered with large thorns; spikes as big as my arm, encroaching on the wretched streets of Svitar Slums.

And there, above it all—Laviticus’s severed head, rotting in the summer heat, as the cursed plants grew through it, feeding on his last remains.

I snarled at the view, quite displeased. 

But at the same time, glad—there was now one more person for me to find and kill.