Chapter 112: End

Umbra saw Damian fall.

Twice fallen, and because of her, he would be twice saved.

She called on her broom to fly to him. Only to have it chopped in half, but the swing of a clan warrior. A traitor.

Her broom snapped, but the axe's edge kept on swinging and bit into her side. She screamed from the pain, but her sorcery enchanted body would not die so easily. She screamed from surprise as much as pain, he must have some innate, unrealised, magical talent to be able to counter Damian's enchantments.

She thrust out her hand and bathed his open mouth in deadly, excruciating poison. The agonising pain hit him in an instant. He lost the strength to pull his axe back out of her side. Instead, he clung to his skin as blood leaked out every possible hole in his body including streaming out of his eyes. In less than a minute he lay dead.

She pulled out the axe and healed her open wound with a flick of her wrist.