The cave remained silent long after Castrius left. Benign continued staring toward the darkness where the man had disappeared.
"No one had ever made him bleed?"
Lady Alana quietly watched him from behind, waiting until the tension finally left his shoulders before speaking. "You are dangerous."
"I've heard that before." Benign turned to her. During his past life, that had been a compliment from opposing forces. Here, he couldn't tell if it was a warning.
Lady Alana waved her hand across the space in front of her. The surroundings transformed back to the chamber the soldier had met her in.
Beside her throne carved into a large tree, Rox knelt with her head lowered. Her right arm was missing, along with her left foot.
Her flesh was made of slime that slowly regrew. Burn marks covered her body, and her bandages were charred.
