Across Eternity: Book 7
Copyright© 2026 by Sage of the Forlorn Path
Chapter 3: Second Chance
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3: Second Chance - Noah and his friends head to the nation of the dwarves to continue their fight against the Profane.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Science Fiction Magic Vampires Demons Light Bond Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Fisting Oral Sex Squirting Big Breasts Violence
The next day, everyone set out once more, hoping that Valon would finally appear. Their hopes were unknowingly met, but while Noah’s group had no idea of his presence, it did not go unnoticed by the Profane. Voraith stepped out of his cave and glanced in the direction of the rising sun through the eyeholes of his shroud, grimacing from the dawn light.
“I sense Valon. He’s here. Time to level the playing field.”
“With pleasure,” Miasmarda hissed as he removed his cloak. Though his limbs were long and gangly like the branches of a dead tree, his torso was enlarged with a hunchback, sporting two large creases reminiscent of gills. He took a deep breath, and the creases opened, with his black lungs extending out and inflating like a frog’s throat. “Dark Omen Sky,” he gasped while sucking in air.
He then exhaled, releasing a plume of dark vapor so dense and thick that no light could pass through it, like an expanding mass of tar. He continued to vent his evil breath, sending it flowing out of the cave and into the sky, where it spread like a film of oil, engorging and darkening the clouds. To onlookers, it simply appeared to be the brewing of a sudden summer storm, but that would soon change.
“Woo boy, that looks bad,” said Daniel, looking at the black mass choking the sky.
“Why do you think I want to stay close to the village? First rain drop hits my nose, and I’m parking myself in the tavern until it blows over.” Cyrilo replied beside him as they walked through the muddy street, doing her best to avoid dirtying her dress.
Since leaving Colbrand, she had tried to pack sensibly for travel and combat, but she still had a sense of fashion, while Daniel insisted on wearing his old jeans and leather jacket until the day he died. As she said, they were sticking close to the heart of the town, just in case Valon might stumble by. All around them, the villagers were going about their daily business while giving them curious looks. They stood out like sore thumbs, namely due to their height.
“Certainly, no one could blame us for taking shelter from the rain,” said Daniel. “And, of course, we might need a drink or two to warm ourselves up.”
“And unless Valon appears, I’m sure no one would begrudge me assuming my feline form and taking a nap by the fireplace while those clouds throw their little tantrum.”
“We may as well just spend the whole day at the bar. You never know; Valon could show up, looking to get hammered.”
“I like the way you think. All we need left is some good food.” She suddenly halted, looking concerned.
“What is it?” Daniel asked, noticing her pointed cat ears twitching through the openings in her witch’s hat.
“I think we’ve got company.”
No sooner did she speak than several screams echoed out, and a nearby home was blasted aside as if kicked like a sandcastle. In the wreckage stood a Profane ogre, more than twice Cyrilo and Daniel’s height and well-protected with a thick hide and powerful muscles. It also carried a large tower shield and a scimitar large enough to fell trees in a single chop. Just by looking at it, this monster was clearly stronger than the half-baked, mass-produced fiends they faced in the Colbrand invasion.
“Oh, that’s not good,” Daniel said as he grabbed his guitar. The ogre turned and spotted them with its melon-sized eye, then snarled with demonic bloodlust and charged. “Shit! Shit! SHIT!” Daniel shouted as he and Cyrilo split up, scrambling to get out of the monster’s path.
It brought down its sword upon the ground, kicking up soil and knocking them off their feet. Cyrilo was faster to get up, already wielding her grimoire and spraying the fiend with a jet of flame. The fire splashed off its flesh, leaving it smoking, but the ogre showed no signs of pain. It tried to strike her with a shield bash, but a sharp chord from Daniel threw it off balance and saved her. It turned to Daniel, standing on the porch of a nearby house, and threw its sword, striking the roof above him and bringing shredded wood and debris down upon him.
“Holy Radiance!” Cyrilo cast, shining a beam of divine light on the ogre and finally drawing a snarl of pain as its flesh burned. However, the ogre blocked the attack with its shield, with the runes around the edges revealing it was enchanted against elemental magic.
Numerous dwarves came charging out into the street, armed with various weapons and farming tools. There were even a few bronze knights among them. Small as they were, they had stout hearts and were ready to fight for their town. They swarmed around the invader, hesitant but determined, and attacked it with every spark of courage they had, yet their feeble armaments could barely break its skin. The ogre knocked them aside with its shield and took pleasure in stomping on the dwarves like grapes. While the ogre was distracted, Cyrilo rushed over to Daniel and dug him out of the wreckage, finding him bruised and bloody.
“Come on! On your feet!” She managed to get him standing and coherent and forced his guitar into his hands. “I need you to hold him still for me.”
“Y-yeah, ok,” Daniel stuttered.
He was unsteady on his feet, but he began playing a discordant series of notes on his guitar, disrupting the ogre’s thought processes and distracting it. While it tried to shake aside the mana worming its way into its brain, Cyrilo gathered her strength for her spell. She was a skilled magic user, able to utilize both intuitive shamanism and rune-crafted elemental magic. Still, in terms of mana capacity, she paled in comparison to mages like Elyot. She could normally only rely on minor spells or take a risk on something larger. This was one of those times when she had to take a risk.
“Ravenous Quagmire!” she cast.
The ground beneath the ogre began to churn and liquefy, causing it to sink. Realizing it was losing its footing, it forced Daniel’s influence from its mind and tried to escape to solid ground, so Cyrilo expanded the range of her spell, leaving the ogre with nothing in reach. Still, it thrashed and struggled, threatening to escape from its earthen tomb, all while continuing to sink. It soon fell forward, and once its arms were immersed in the dirt, it was doomed, and slowly, it was buried alive.
Once it was fully submerged, Cyrilo finally stopped to catch her breath, and Daniel hobbled over. “Please tell me that thing was just a stray that blindly wandered into town from a faraway land?”
“No, there are surely more,” she panted. On cue, two more buildings were busted open, and a pair of ogres emerged, similar in stature and weaponry. “Me and my big mouth.”
As they continued to fight, not far off, Valia was riding on Shannon’s back through the woods bordering the outer farmlands.
“Ok, here’s one: what has to be broken, before you can use it?”
“Uh ... an egg,” Shannon replied.
“Correct! Your turn.”
Shannon paused, deep in thought. “What question can you never answer yes to?”
“Are you asleep yet?” Valia replied.
“Correct. My grandfather taught me that one.”
“Did he teach you this one? What can be held in your left hand, but not your right?”
Shannon continued trotting through the woods while trying to come up with an answer. “I don’t know. What?”
“Your right elbow.”
Shannon grimaced. “You win.”
“Wait, Shannon, stop.”
Shannon came to a halt, and Valia closed her eyes, focusing on her sense of hearing and picking up the sounds of battle.
“Someone is fighting in the village. We need to get back there, now.”
“Yes, My Lady!”
Shannon turned around and took off in a gallop back towards the village, but as she raced down the side of a wooded hill, Valia heard something that didn’t make sense. It hadn’t yet started to rain, but she could hear the rumbling of a flash flood, and it was coming from directly behind them. She looked back, seeing a wall of blackened water surging down the hill towards them.
“Shannon, to the side!” Shannon obeyed, making a sharp turn and moving perpendicular to the flood, trying to get out of its way, but was shocked when the water suddenly changed direction and chased after them. She raced between the trees in a desperate attempt to escape, but the water was pursuing them with greater and greater speed. Then, with a sudden lurch, it overtook them, and Shannon’s hooves left the ground as she and Valia were snatched up by the raging torrent.
Both women tried to hold their breath, but they could barely tell up from down and were separated. Valia instinctively activated her steel body enchantment, but Shannon had no such ability, and they were both slammed into trees with bone-breaking force. The water released them, but they were not out of danger. Valia gasped for air while rubbing her eyes and spitting out every drop of water that got in her mouth. It tasted and felt utterly toxic, rank with Profane malice.
“Shannon!” she exclaimed, scrambling over to her companion, having reverted to her humanoid form and lying broken and unconscious. Valia tried to give her a healing potion, but was seized again by the water and knocked away from Shannon’s side. Valia rolled to her feet, her sword drawn, and found herself surrounded by a churning wall of black water. Within the depths, she could see the figure of the spellcaster, posed as if taunting her.
“Zodiac: Teez!”
Valia enshrouded her sword with a silver aura and leaped towards him, bringing down her blade with a mighty slice. Her sword sliced through the water, but that was all. The figure she saw simply vanished like a shadow, and all around her, faces appeared in the water, smiling and laughing at her failure.
“Zodiac: Udan!”
Having enhanced her speed, Valia turned into a blur, slashing and hacking at every face she saw, but no matter where she swung her blade, nothing changed. Her sword cut through the dark water, and the faces would simply vanish. The moment she paused, she was swallowed by a wave and thrown off her feet. She was slammed against the ground and numerous trees, and though her body was strong enough to endure each impact, she was struggling to hold her breath. Every second, she felt like she was being pulled in a new direction, yanked with such rapid speed and force that her stomach would turn, and while immersed in the dark water, she was completely blind. If this continued, she’d drown before long.
She had only one chance. Though silent casting lessened its efficacy, she activated her sensory boost, Avagath. Her field of awareness expanded, allowing her to detect all movement and objects around her with her mind’s eye. She could feel the current of the water, moving with demonic speed and also able to change direction in an instant. What she could not sense, however, was any kind of core or nucleus. Unlike the Profane slimes she fought before, this new foe had no weak points for her to target. Every drop seemed to possess the properties of the whole, part of a liquid hive mind. This meant her foe was a natural Profane, and not the host of a parasite.
With her awareness raised, she waited for her foe to slam her into another tree. At the last moment, she turned around and hit the trunk with her feet, giving her a foothold for only a second, but that was all she needed. ‘Zodiac: Bombit! Baom!’ she mentally cast.
Her sword glowed as it absorbed the kinetic energy of the water pushing against it, adding to her already enhanced strength. Combined with her super speed, she pushed off against the tree and launched herself through the water like a torpedo. She swung her sword wildly in all directions, not with the edge or back, but the side of the blade, using it like a fan, and with all of the strength she wielded, she managed to blast away the water around her long enough to break free of the Profane’s watery grip.
Without pausing, she rushed over to Shannon and scooped her up in her arms. There was no time for Valia to catch her breath or administer a potion to Shannon. She sprinted away at maximum speed with the dark flood chasing her. No matter how much she slashed and stabbed, she could not vanquish this enemy. Her only option was to escape and rejoin the others. Hopefully, someone else would have better luck against this type of enemy.
‘Noah, please be close by!’ she thought desperately.
However, Noah was having troubles of his own. In a farmer’s field, oceans of wheat had become a sea of black flames. Noah was crouched behind Foley, who had thrown up his shields against a jet of demonic fire, courtesy of an unnamed Profane assailant with molted flesh, as if he had just been pulled out of a grease fire. The flames sprayed and splashed like burning oil, being deflected by Foley’s defensive magic. He was standing firm against the onslaught, but everything else was being eaten away. These black flames burned whatever they touched, whether flammable or not. Even the dirt beneath their feet was burning like sawdust, and as the fire spread, they birthed clouds of smoke that burned Noah’s lungs and blocked his vision.
Risking burns, Noah leaned out from behind Foley and sprayed the wall of smoke with mana bullets, scoring a lucky hit and pausing the ghoul’s assault, if only for a moment. Noah switched to his bow and a poisoned arrow, aiming for where he thought his foe was. Before he could release, the fiery assault continued, and he was forced to duck back down behind Foley. He conjured a fully-charged tralt jewel from his ring and threw it in the ghoul’s direction.
Through the wall of smoke, he saw the flash of sunlight and heard the cry of pain, but moments later, another jet of black fire assaulted them from another direction. Noah once more ducked behind Foley, who deflected the blast with his magic. He tossed a second tralt jewel, but their enemy had wised up and avoided being burned. After the flash, there was no scream of pain, and the fire blast continued from a different location.
“Noah, we’re running out of options here. We ain’t got much ground left,” said Foley.
“I know, I’m trying to think.”
His choices were limited. Projectiles, both real and phantasmal, were proving ineffective, nor could he summon his basilisk or use any large-scale spells with Foley right next to him. Even if he knocked out the Profane, that wouldn’t mean the flames would be extinguished, and if he lost Foley, so too would he lose his protection. In this situation, clones and invisibility meant nothing when there was no room to evade.
“Noah!” he heard. Though he couldn’t see through the smoke, he recognized Valia’s voice.
“Valia!” he hollered back. “We’re over here!”
Moments later, Valia landed next to them, carrying Shannon, who was healed and awake. “We don’t have long. Our foe is pursuing us.”
“We’re having trouble on our end, too. The flames burn whatever they touch, so even your steel body can be harmed. I can’t get close.”
“I can. Care to switch?”
“Gladly.”
The jet of flame assaulting Foley paused as a black flood swept across the field, seeming to extinguish the fire beneath it, then halted when it reached their group.
“Narn, get out of here! You’re in the way!” the fire-wielding Profane shouted in annoyance.
“I can’t let my prey escape!” a voice echoed from the churning wall of water.
“Let’s go!” Noah shouted. With that brief opening, the group split up.
“Hey, what are you doing?! Stop that!” Foley barked as Valia wrapped her arm around him and picked him up like a child.
“Zodiac: Avagath!” she cast.
Using her senses to look beyond the smoke, she zeroed in on the ghoul’s location, and her combination of super strength and speed allowed her to leap high over the flames. The ghoul attempted to shoot her out of the air with a fire blast, but Foley, armed with his shields, put up a magic barrier as they fell, deflecting the demonic inferno. Valia landed at the ghoul’s feet and swung her sword, elegantly slicing off his head. With his death, the black flames withered away and vanished.
At the same time, Noah approached the sentient flood while riding on Shannon’s back. He conjured a tralt jewel and tossed it into the roaring torrent. The gem released its stored sunlight, and a shriek of pain echoed from the water, with its surface resembling a creature with its hair on end. Unlike the Profane slimes, which were able to survive thanks to all the bones of their victims swirling around in their bodies, this ghoul had no such protection, nothing to contain the flash, and a vast portion of the black swill was vaporized instantly.
“Circle around!” Noah ordered.
Shannon obeyed, circling the liquid demon and trying to corral it like a sheepdog herding its flock. The ghoul instinctively recoiled in fear, and where the bulk of its mass gathered, Noah tossed another tralt jewel. The flash burned away almost all of the water, leaving behind only a small amount in a humanoid shape. Weakened and anguished, the ghoul tried to crawl away, looking like Kaisen after being hit with Nell’s holy rain.
Noah conjured a handful of bottles and tossed them into the ghoul’s body, each one filled with various chemicals specially selected for this foe. He had tried to use them against the Profane slimes, but their acidic insides simply dissolved the foreign substances. No such luck for the ghoul, as the chemicals and compounds spread through his body, violently reacting with each other and the water itself. They worked like a neurotoxin, destroying whatever biological system the ghoul used to control his fluid body and maintain its shape. With one last garbled cry of pain and fear, the ghoul popped like a water balloon, leaving nothing behind but an inanimate puddle.
With both enemies defeated, Noah and the others regrouped. “Well done,” said Valia.
“You too,” Noah replied.
“Will you let go of me now?” Foley asked, annoyed with being carried like a teddy bear.
“Oh, my apologies. Thank you for the defense,” said Valia as she set him down.
“Yeah, yeah, just don’t tell anybody how you picked me up,” he grumbled. “We dwarves are touchy on the subject.”
“We need to find the others. If we had this much trouble, there is no telling what they’re going through,” said Shannon.
“But that begs the question: are they here for us, or something else?” Noah asked. “I’m wondering if these ghouls were specifically dispatched to target us based on our strengths and weaknesses, or if we just drew a bad hand. They might have come here to eliminate a more powerful target.”
“Valon,” Valia gasped.
“I see a lot of nasty rain in our future,” said Sophia, walking with Alexis along the edge of a forest and looking at the sky.
“That would be our luck, wouldn’t it?” replied Alexis.
“But nothing brings good luck like sudden bad luck. Picture this: it starts to pour, and we both run around, looking for a place to get out of the rain. We arrive at a tiny shack or abandoned cabin, and who do we find? Valon, with the same idea as we have, soaked to the bone like us. As we wait for the storm to pass, I heal Valon’s brain, and we get him back to normal. We all return, and Noah and Valia are left dumbstruck by our good fortune. We’ve saved the day!”
“The only thing I see us finding is springburn, but you just go ahead and keep dreaming.”
“If we do find him, we’ll have to celebrate.”
“I hope you’re not suggesting another drinking party at the Foley home. All those mugs of ale beat me up harder than the Profane invasion.”
“I’m thinking less drinking and more smoking. Maybe that’s all Valon needs, just a few good puffs of that special powder Noah puts in his gonlief.”
Alexis laughed. “I swear, you have become such a hedonist since the academy. You used to be the most uptight little priestess, worrying that Lumendori would be mad if you ate anything sweet.”
“Ooh, I seem to remember a certain blonde maiden, singing with rosy cheeks and swinging a foamy stein the other night,” Sophia teased, leaning her head on Alexis’s shoulder. “I can just imagine you from a few years ago, seeing you now and asking, ‘Who in the world is this silly creature?’ I’d wrap my arms around that younger you and whisper in her ear that I have so many fun and lewd things to teach her. Then she would blush in that way I just love.”
“When you put it like that, we really are hopeless, aren’t we?”
“Or maybe we’ve just grown up a little and found out the world isn’t always as serious as we think it is. We’ve become more mature by being less mature.”
“Well, when you put it that way, smoking that stuff again does sound fun. We haven’t done that since the academy.”
“We could have Noah braid your hair again.”
“And I bet Daniel’s music would sound even better with our heads in the clouds.”
“We’ll make a day of it. I think—”
Sophia was cut off by Alexis. “Is that who I think it is?”
They heard it before they saw it, a man beating his head against the side of a tree. He had a dark complexion and silver hair that stood out even from a distance. Muttering to himself, Valon stopped, wiped his finger across his bloodied forehead, and scribbled runes on a wooden plank before resuming the self-inflicted beating.
“I can’t believe it. Should we signal Noah?” Sophia asked.
“Not yet. He might run off, or worse. Let’s try to get him talking before he cracks his skull open.”
They carefully approached, with Valon giving no indication that he was aware of them.
“Excuse me, Valon Zodiac?” Alexis asked.
He ignored them, continuing to beat his head against the tree with his blood running down the bark, all while talking to himself. “Yes, yes, three sides of the triangle. It breaks the wheel, and water runs up. We need the fire to burn the meat so the bugs will go north. No! No! Not sunset! Moonset! Five times, it kisses the stump!” Alexis and Sophia looked at each other, unable to guess what delirium was swirling in Valon’s mind.
“Valon Zodiac? Can you hear me?” Alexis asked again.
He finally turned to them, and they flinched from his appearance. Half of the veins in his face were horribly swollen, and his right eye looked bloodshot and infected, with his left eye projecting the madness within him. He also had a prominent tuft of hair missing, looking like he had ripped it out of his scalp in the midst of a fit. His face was horribly bloodied and disfigured from the tree, his body was weakened and malnourished, and his fingers looked like he had been digging like an animal.
“The wolves are behind you, aren’t they? They were supposed to bring coals, but the sun took them!”
“Valon, it’s ok. We’re here to help you,” said Sophia, gently reaching out.
“You can’t help. My thoughts ... I can’t catch them. They run off, they strike each other, and shatter into stardust. So many shards, I can’t put them together. They cut me. They cut me up.”
“I know they do, and it hurts, doesn’t it? That’s why you’re all bloody. I’m a healer, so let me heal your wound. We’ll figure out the next step after that.”
She gently touched his shoulder, causing him to flinch, but she didn’t back off and got him to face her. She cupped his cheeks and began channeling healing energy into his face and skull, mending the damage he had inflicted. Valon slowly dropped to his knees, and Sophia continued healing him.
“Valon, do you know where you are?”
“I’m ... I’m on another world. There are three moons, and diamonds fall like rain.”
“No, Valon, you’re in Uther. But it’s ok, you’re safe. We’re going to help you, and if we can’t, we’ll find someone who will.”
“Who are you?” he asked groggily, having regained a modicum of coherence.
“I’m Sophia, and this is Alexis. We haven’t met before, but we are on your side. We’re here with your sister.” As she spoke, she wiped the blood of Valon’s face with a handkerchief.
“Sister?”
“Valia, remember?” Alexis asked.
“Valia? No, she shouldn’t be here. She’ll try to stop me.”
“No, she won’t. She’ll help you. Whatever it is you’re trying to do, she’ll help you do it. Just give her a chance,” said Sophia.
“But if she helps me, she’ll die,” Valon then said, giving Sophia and Alexis a shiver that crawled up their spines.
“We’re going to call her here and everything will be fine,” said Alexis. She turned to Sophia and nodded. “Just look at her, ok?”
Sophia covered his ears while Alexis drew her bow and an arrow. She charged the arrow with mana and launched it up into the sky, where it exploded with an echoing thunder. Valon flinched from the sound but kept his gaze on Sophia. Alexis launched two more arrows, signaling their location to Noah and Valia.
“There, she’s on her way,” said Alexis. “Now let’s just wait here for her to arrive. She’s missed you so much since you’ve been gone, and will be happy to see you.”
“I’ve been gone? Where have I been?”
“That’s what we want to know. What’s the last thing you remember?”
Valon muttered softly to himself and then began to cry. “I ... I remember ... pain ... and stars. So many stars ... burning holes in my brain. I still see them, every time I close my eyes, those endless stars glaring at me. They won’t let me sleep.”
“Valon, let me try something to help you sleep.” Sophia placed her fingertips on his temples and sent a powerful surge of healing energy into his brain, shutting it down like a blown fuse. It was the same trick she’d use on Bella during her fits, and it rendered Valon unconscious.
Both Alexis and Sophia breathed sighs of relief. “We’ve got him. Mission accomplished,” said Sophia.
“You were really good with him. You calmed him down perfectly.”
“We were probably just lucky he was in such a vulnerable state. If he were acting like Noah and Valia described on Kisara Island, he might have obliterated us. All we have to do is wait for them to arrive.”
“Let’s hurry up and put those shackles on him in case he wakes up. You have the drug, right?”
Noah had given everyone a pair of shackles to bind Valon’s magic, as well as a sedative to render him unconscious, or, in this case, keep him unconscious. It didn’t feel right to shackle a sleeping man, especially after seeing his mental state, but they couldn’t risk him going out of control. They were just about to secure the shackles when they were suddenly awash in an overwhelming sense of doom, like a cloud of poisonous mist filling the air around them, flooding their lungs and clinging to their skin. It was Profane mana, being vented in their direction as a threat. They turned around as Voraith strode towards them. The clouds above were so thick and dark that he could now stand in the open without fear of the sun.
“Funny that you mention him being in a vulnerable state, as if you’re any better off,” he said while scratching his head. “Thank you so much for finding the elf for me and putting him to sleep. You saved me a lot of work. I’ll kill you quickly for that.”
Both Alexis and Sophia could tell that he wasn’t like one of the mindless fiends that swarmed through Colbrand, nor did he rank among the corrupted tournament combatants who were still new to their unholy power when they attacked the arena. He was one of the elites, ancient and powerful. Thinking back to how formidable Bella and Scyler were, neither Alexis nor Sophia was feeling very confident.
“Sophia, you have to get Valon out of here,” Alexis whispered as she drew her bow. “I’ll try to keep him busy.”
“I can’t carry him. My blessings only work on others, not myself. Besides, you have no chance against him on your own.”
“Well, if help doesn’t arrive soon, we may have to kill Valon, even if we die along with him.”
“What are you talking about? He’s Valia’s brother and Noah’s best hope!”
“And the Profane want him. Under no circumstances can we let someone as powerful as Valon join their ranks. We may be at a crossroads now where we have to weigh our lives against the lives of countless others.”
“Then you’d better beat this guy so it doesn’t come to that. Blessing of Advanced Thought! Blessing of Agility! Blessing of Stamina! Blessing of Strength! Blessing of Resilience!”
Sophia boosted all of Alexis’s abilities, and Alexis loaded an arrow into her bow, charging it with mana. “Burst Shot!” she cast, causing it to glow with unbridled power, far greater than it would be without Sophia’s blessings.
She released the arrow, imparting enough magical force to turn a lesser Profane into a bloody smear splattered across the grass, but as it flew towards him, Voraith opened his mouth wide, with his split jaws parting like castle gates. In the bottom of his throat was a pit of darkness. More than just the entry to his esophagus, unreached by light, it was a miniature black hole, swallowing the light itself. He was like a clam exposing its black pearl. The arrow was pulled into the pit and swallowed, leaving Alexis and Sophia in a cold sweat.
“So much for a quick death,” said Voraith after closing his mouth. “Well, since the two of you insist on kicking up a fuss...”