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Aihi
One Month Earlier
Black, crescent-shaped bars of solid ki suspended the infamous kan’thir, Lacotl, in the centre of the occupied Warlock Cell. Aihi stole a glance at her prisoner while she paced across the chamber.
Visiting Lacotl in the cells beneath the Cedar Palace became a sickening habit. An unfortunate necessity. For although the kan'thir hung in their prison, no bushi or spell could make him speak. Only Aihi’s presence loosened his tongue, and still, he said little of value about the women he’d slain or his plans overall.
Without his skull mask, he was less of an enigma. Dried blood matted the brown fur on his goat-like face and his dilated, horizontal pupils focused on her. Gashes in his arms opened and closed as his body moved with each breath. He seemed weak: A pathe
