Chapter 42: Arnsal

The table was crushed as heavy golden paws writhed and stamped. The sheet fell away.

For the second time Mialtros gazed upon Arnsal.

Her heart shattered.

The wolf was starved. Mialtros could see bones sticking out from its matted fur. His eyes and fangs dripped black essence onto the floor. The tablets were cracked and crumbling.

Whatever life had been in the God of control remained no longer. Now he was a beast wearing Godly flames.

Kalzek held his hands out and cooed, sliding Mialtros to the floor. A man and women grabbed her and covered her mouth, pulling the fabric tight before sitting her down in the chair again. The other Guardians were bound similarly.

Kalzek waited until the scraggly haired man gave him a wave before slamming his hands against the dais.

“Poor thing you look like you're in pain. I can make it all better. I can be what you need. Come here Arnsal, and feed!”

Snarling Arnsal lowered and snapped at them.