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Was death really my destiny? Because it sure seemed so. If I didn’t die by the elder council’s hands, Damara and her minions were still out there, not to mention the regular alchemists who also would do anything to have the heart maiden’s blood for their potions.
And now Muma Padurii.
I should probably tell them to take a number or get in line. Either way, it didn’t seem like I was doing anything in the future other than dying.
Following Kane’s initiative, my friends formed a wall in front of me, keeping the forest protector away from me.
I spied over their shoulders, trying to see what the mad woman would do. Not that I wanted to look at her gray bark-like skin, long dirty black hair, and her hairy legs, but I couldn’t help it. If she disappeared, then I had to be ready to defend
