Chapter 28Zofia transvected from the pit. A manic she-thing in moldering rags of dingy-gray, floated away. Long, mangy silver-gray hair whipped out from behind her while she transvected along the cave floor cackling wildly, the Stone of Irdisi glowing weakly in one raised fist.
“At last! I have the Stone! It's mine! All mine!”
“Xilomorah!” Zofia hissed. “I should have known.”
Hearing her name, the Lamia halted and twirled to face Zofia. Even across the distance of the cavern, Zofia stared at her pallid, deeply lined face. A set of bloodshot eyes peered over a large hooked nose, which sprouted beneath bushy brows. Her mouth was set into a grim line. The mere sight of her sent a thousand shivers through Zofia. She was exactly as Paradeep had described her; ugly and scary as hell.
Xilomor
