When Evaleen heard Mystara’s voice inside of her own head it was as if it were penetrating her very soul. She felt something strange come over her as if she were no longer in control of her own body. It was both scary and thrilling at the same time.
She was watching her hand move in front of her and it was an odd sensation, it was doing exactly what it was told. Despite Vareon’s doubt in her, the rope was severed. What happened next was something Evaleen had always wished she could do herself, but knew she was too much of a coward. Taking a life.. It didn’t seem like she was capable of such a thing. To carry that with her.. She is a lover, not a fighter.
Vareon’s black eyes grew wide and his lips became stained red with his blood. His cold hands wrapped around the even colder shard of ic
