Mai remembered.
Silas returned to the stone just as she told him to, only with an unexpected guest. A monstrous man with black leathery snakes for arms.
Silas was hurt bad, bleeding, crying for her. Warning her.
Instinctively she did the only thing she knew how to do. She reached out to heal him.
She remembered the horrible man looking in the direction of Silas’s pleas, his soulless eyes landing on her.
Something fired straight through her chest.
She held on long enough to see Silas take hold of the snake dagger and stab the bloated mass of flesh, unleashing the void and disappearing into it.
She remembered dying.
The memories stopped.
