Chapter 15 - OtyliaI hate demons.
THE UTOPIEC SLASHED AT THE ROOTS that swallowed its legs, gurgling and groaning as I channeled Dziewanna’s power and willed the roots to pull it down. My arms were heavy and my body exhausted, but Wacław had gone under almost a minute before. He wouldn’t have much air left. And the demon stood between him and me.
Now or never. Dreading the state of my dress, I dove into the thick water. Each stroke was through more mud than anything, but I made progress. Slowly.
The monster fought against the roots as I swam. Their strain tore at my strength, the pain of Dziewanna’s life struggling against the undead. Almost there… My herb bag, my only extra source of energy, was somewhere back near the altar, and the little žityje I had left drained steadily from my so
