Serra shuddered. Now she looked really pale.
“Helmer? Are you sure?”
“As sure as I am of the fact that I see you in front of me right now.”
The girl shuddered again. She picked up a bottle of wine, opened it, and took a long swig. Placing the bottle back down, she took a deep breath and spoke.
“He was holding a bleeding sphere in his hands,” she said. “Revived nightmares were swarming under his feet, and hungry jaws bared their teeth at the edges of his cloak…”
“How do you know?” Nero asked, stunned.
Serra didn’t answer straight away. Instead, she took a chair and leaned back against her friends’ shoulders so they sat in a triangle. Only after draining her first bottle of wine, and taking a huge gulp from a second one, was she able to continue.
“You know nothing in these backwoods.
