THIRTY: TORN APART
“See, Primus! Are you happy now? You wanted to give something unknown a chance, didn’t you?” Arcana demanded. He was sheltered under the lip of a barrack roof with Primus. “You invited this demon into our village and now your wife is dead! Now you understand how it feels! He’ll be the end of us all, and it’s your fault.”
Blott no longer heard much, but he registered Primus lose his composure. The old man wailed, cradling his dead wife in his arms. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he rocked back and forth, his face contorted into a soundless howl. He said nothing to Arcana. He just knelt, enveloping Juliet. There were no wise words, just a shell of emptiness and grief.
“Tara!” yelled Arcana over the wind. “Kill him now before there’s no village left to save.”
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