(...continued)
Fenric circled her slowly.
Not like a predator rushing its prey but like something that already knew the ending and wanted to savor the middle.
More of those red miasma started streaming from his body in lazy ribbons, dripping downward like molten embers. Where it touched the sea, the water darkened instantly, spreading in slow, inky blooms. Steam hissed. The ocean recoiled as if burned.But then it too slowly embraced the darkness and turned pitch black instead of the usual icy blue.
Autumn hovered just above the surface.
Barely. Her body was exhausted. It hadn't really had a proper chance to heal. She too knew that she was forcing her own limits. She had to. She had to buy that time for her men to cross over. She needed to buy that distraction.Every second was precious… that much she knew.
