With all the combined powers, the troll thrashed in a convulsive excruciating agony of poison and multiple sharp-force trauma wounds.
“Stay back, Fae people.”
I warned them, as the troll thrashed and struggled against the constant entangling vines. Edenshire studied the beast and seemed to almost pity it.
“That’s no way to go. I hear your poison is one of the most excruciating forms of death in existence.”
He said, and I furrowed at him and sighed.
“It’s him or me, I will always choose me. It’s not like I relish this sight.”
I snapped at him, and he nodded and just shrugged.
“I just never imagined I would see the myth become reality. Divine blood toxin, it has only been a spooky story for all my life.”
Edenshire informed me, and I bit my lip and sighed.
“And luck magiks have be
