"There's nothing here," growled Strax, kneeling over one of the broken murals, away from the central ruins. His gaze roamed over the carvings covered in moss and time, but his real attention was on the trees behind him - where Artemis' presence burned like embers in the branches.
It had been almost an hour since he had left the fallen goddess bleeding on the ground, refusing to give her more than seconds of his attention. Now, there, among the ashes and echoes of what had once been a spiritual sanctuary, he wondered:
How had a goddess of the hunt come to this?
Artemis, once an indomitable force of nature and war, now lurked like a nameless specter, watching him with the eyes of a wounded wolf.
"If you're going to keep staring at me with this hunger for revenge, attack me," he snarled, without turning his face away. "I'll kill you in a second, bring you back as a demon, and then you'll tell me everything you know about this fucking sword."
