Waking up in a long grassed valley, Tony could feel the early morning sun radiating on his face, sweating with fever he struggles to sit up, looking round he doesn’t see anyone but himself, he calls out hearing silence, standing up with pain he touches his chest feeling the half drained tezra from his body and Jasma’s marked palm on him like a burn he suddenly sees a white spear pass his chin on the face grazing him, quickly he starts running knowing it to be the cannibals, he almost makes it to the long forest trees they jump down all surrounding him
“Do not move wielder of the tezra, we have orders to return you to the new Empress”
“Is that what you want, a tyrant as your ruler?”
“What matters is she favors us now with handing you to her first before the night whisperers do”
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