Chapter 47

I felt a pulse of terrible magic far away from the celebration. It was hard to describe it. It felt like nausea, the iron taste of blood and that horrible feeling of everyone staring at you and baring your vulnerabilities to the most malicious of gazes. 

I went to see what could have made it. Perhaps some unseelie attack? If so, then I needed to suppress it as soon as possible. 

As I drew closer, I began to realise who had cast the spell, but hoped to be proven wrong. 

I was not and I caught her in the acting of putting the last of the dirt over Thalm's fresh corpse. 

"Hello, Master."

"Not the way I expected this evening to go, Umbra."

She stood up and turned to face me. A new third eye split open from her forehead. It rather made her ugly, but the waves of new magic energy rather implied she was significantly more powerful after her act of human sacrifice. 

"Desperate times. Desperate measures. You said he deserved to die."