TRISTAN
The monster stared right at me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I straightened and held its stare, refusing to flinch, a tight smirk curling my lips.
“You are in my trap now,” I said under my breath, just loud enough for myself. “Your little reign of terror ends tonight.”
It started moving again, slow and almost sluggish, like the runes were doing their job. Each step it took flickered more of the silver light around it, and I could smell the acrid burn of smoke where its misty form brushed the poison laced lines.
Good…that meant our plan was working.
Without a single hesitation, I ran towards it, my poison coated dagger already in my hand, cool and steady, coated in that rare venom we had spent a ridiculous amount of money to acquire.
But now, as I closed the dis
