THIRTY-SIX
Confrontation
Summer 966 MC
Kythelia rose to her full height. "You are fools if you believe you can defeat me. No one in all of Eiddenwerthe can kill me. No weapon can penetrate my skin. Go back to your homes and cower in fear."
"We shall not," said Albreda. "For you are the very antithesis of that which I hold most sacred." She thrust out her hands, expecting to send vines crawling towards her foe, but the world of spirits proved no place for such magic.
Kythelia responded by sending a black tendril snaking out towards the Druid, wrapping around her, pinning one arm in place even as she tried to cast anew. Fang sprang upon the sinewy arm, sinking his teeth into the vile, inky blackness.
Kythelia cried out in dismay, her spell turning to ash to float away on an unseen wind
