That rotten mortal!
I hissed, still clutching my bleeding face. For some sick, dratted reason, my wounds were taking far longer to heal.
'I will make her dread every waking moment of her wretched existence,' I seethed, fury pulsating through my trembling frame.
The frost within me threatened to burst forth and transform the scorching desert into an icy prison. I fought to keep it contained, each breath churning out in a chilling mist.
I forced myself to steady my breathing and compose myself before focusing on my surroundings. Faint vibrations thrumming across the ground revealed her restless movements nearby.
What abnormality was that creature displaying now?!
I had ensured that her limbs were frozen solid. Why was she moving with such vigour?
The girl was writhing in the sand, crimson staining her skin. Blood poured from every orifice, and it frothed at her lips like poison.
She appeared to be dying, and not by my own hands.
