Chapter 106

The bald druid - Selin - and likely the brains behind this whole operation, led a chant echoed by a circle of cloaked figures. At his back was the altar, a large stone slab, curved at the top, and before it a statue of a deer headed woman whose pregnant womb was split open and inside were lips. I guessed whose lips they were and that they told deceit.

Before I could say a word, Selin's chant rose to a fever pitch.

The cloaked figures, the group of loyal Druids to Clavile, Unseelie Lord of Pacts and Secrets, slit their own throats. Mass Suicide.

I flinched at the sight. Observing death is always horrid. I felt an instinctive, or perhaps learnt, disgust at metal parting flesh and watching the stream of life giving blood stream out. Soon they breathed their last. However, despite death they stood like the living.