MARCELINE GRAY
West of Tranmere
The Cursed River
Hinihingal siya habang nakatayo sa katawan ng halimaw. The ice weapon was protruding on its chest. The wraith isn't dead. Just like what Alaric had said earlier, piercing the wraith's heart would only make it follow one's orders.
"Nice job," saad ng lalake habang nakatayo ito katabi niya. "That was impressive, Marcy."
Napakunot ang noo niya sa palayaw nito sa kanya ngunit wala na siyang lakas para makipag-away pa rito. Napatingin siya sa kung saan ito nakatayo kanina at kitang-kita niya ang tatlong halimaw na nakalaban nito kanina. Nakatayo lang iyon sa malayo na para bang may hinintay. What Alaric said was true. The other wraiths look like a clone to its leader. And if the leader couldn't move, the underlings can't too.
She panting
