Blackfeather Woods you've got to ste[m] the evil tide

She could feel the end coming, but whether or not Parvati was coherent enough to notice would remain a mystery. The brief touch of Maegi against her - shoving her, discarding her now that she had been used to her limit - barely registered against the numbing of her skin. The sensation of movement felt delayed; the poison pulled apart each strand of time until there was only the one single red strand leashing her to the altar like a noose. Parvati dimly felt the collision of the back of her head against the dirt, the scrape of skin against stone - the smell of blood. Dizzy from the collision, maybe the drugs, maybe the illness of having her life pulled from her and fed to children she would never know.

Parvati sighed, a whimper the likes of which would have been more at home upon the lips of her babies. The last breath fled from her and then, she was left as a lump besides the altar. Maegi would get what she wanted, minus any fanfare.