Chapter 7: ChoicesI stumbled through the darkness, stomping across the uneven ground until I came to a grave and I slumped onto the edge of the concrete tomb. Furious tears splashed down my cheeks and I scrubbed my hands across my face.
My arm was stinging and the Omias wound was seeping blood again. “Crap.” Retrieving the Hjördis from my pocket, I created yet another healing sigil. The skin healed over, taking longer than usual and it didn't seem to be holding together well.
“I imagine the sigil struggles because of the amount of blood you lost,” Epi suggested quietly, lowering himself onto the tomb beside me. “Ben told me what you did to ensure their safety. Whilst I commend your bravery, I wouldn't recommend a repeat performance. You are one of a kind, child. There is no replacement f
