The woman gasped, her eyes wide and dilated like those of a cornered animal.
Sweat dripped from her pale skin as she looked from one to the other—Strax and Samira—as if trying to comprehend what exactly was before her.
Dragons...
Demons...
These words echoed inside her mind like hammer blows, mixed with the distant sound of heartbeats that she couldn't tell if were hers or the earth itself.
"Wh... what... have I..." her voice cracked, tearing from her dry throat. "What have I gotten myself into!?"
Strax looked up slowly, the gold of his irises sparkling like embers under a lightless sky.
A crooked, almost lazy smile played on his lips.
"It finally dawned on you." He spoke softly, his tone vibrating like suppressed thunder. "Not exactly a good day to serve a 'false god,' is it?" Samira let out a soft, almost delicate laugh, but there was venom in every note.
She twirled her sword and rested it on her shoulder, leaning slightly, watching the kneeling woman.
