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The vast plains of sand and little else that humans called a desert soothed Myrkan’s mood. The sight didn’t have any particular appeal to him, but the barren land was devoid of everything that would remind him of his grand defeat. Not only had he allowed a weak human to outsmart him, but he’d also failed to catch her and teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget till the end of her life… Which would be short and miserable, if Myrkan had a say.
At least he’d ensured the little gaharra had no magic anymore, and slaying the three minor yalari trapped in the bowels of her home sated his immediate blood lust. Later, when the other yalari took the city, he’d find her and exact a more fitting revenge for her betrayal. Myrkan allowed himself to revel in that feeling of satisfaction. He’d take ti
