Mio
Gaian's smile didn't reach her eyes.
"Speak before I use you to pick the meat off my teeth."
Mio stiffened. Nana pressed harder into her back. Ivory's forehead somehow pushed deeper into the bone floor.
Three girls. None of them sure who was being threatened.
Ivory swallowed and straightened her shoulders. Lifted her chin off the bone just enough to speak.
"Yes, O' Great Devourer." Her voice came out muffled against the calcium. "Your champion is here. My Appraisal has revealed she is Level 23, and her Reservoir sits at approximately eighty-two thousand, and to her right arm—"
"That's it?" Gaian's head tilted. "I'd expected more. Tell me about the arm."
"It— It it— it's—"
"On with it."
Ivory lifted her head just enough to look at the obsidian limb. Smooth black glass where flesh should be. What remained of the Seneschal of the Seventh Threshold.
"The Putrid Knight," she whispered.
Gaian waited.
