Scar kept walking.
The undead army marched behind her in disciplined ranks, blue-skinned soldiers stepping in unison across the scorched field with weapons drawn and eyes glowing, and at their head the woman who had scouted ahead of the Scarlet Lilies for four hundred years walked with a stride that Lilith almost didn't recognize.
Because Scar had never walked like that.
The Scar that Lilith remembered moved in half-shadows. She scouted ahead alone because she preferred it that way, spoke when spoken to and sometimes not even then, ate her meals at the edge of camp with her back to the group, scouting for trouble even while eating.
That woman had hidden from the world. Every step she'd ever taken was designed to go unnoticed.
The woman walking toward Lilith now was not hiding.
