"My baby boy is alive. He's perfect, and all those disgusting flames don't torment him any longer. How did you do that? I thought your flames were meant to burn and destroy." The Dryad asked.
"That's what I also believed, child, and the reason I once called Lith, the Destroyer." The Crone caressed Althika's hand with her thumb. "We were both wrong. His silvery flames are meant to cleanse what's been tainted and right what's crooked.
"Lith's Dread Flames only burned my mad daughter's demented magic that forced the life forces of your baby to take the form of a Vurdalak. Lith has freed them from their cage and let them revert to their original state as if nothing wrong has ever happened to them."
"Life forces?" The Dryad echoed in disbelief. "Do you mean my baby boy has more than one?"
