Ankyra Sound Nightspun

the listener did not understand her own words. did not understand the visions coming to her. it came in fragments, disjointed and disordered as each spirit crooned its own part in a divine cacophony. slowly, she uncovered the will of the unnamed god.

a summoning ritual. the sacrament, no — the black sacrament.

she shuddered, and her eyes began to show color again. the spirits went silent, and she slumped against eldritch's proffered shoulder.

i have done this before. but never with a living creature. never with a wolf. her voice was weary.

what is the pale one to you, eldritch?

she would know this before she took eldritch to her death. she felt that the elder witch would not have agreed if she did not see the truth in the listener's words. the spirits had spoken to her of this, too. but what had they said?