Witch's Marsh blight

if there was doubt in him he hid it well. almalexia tried to evade his rush and was thrown into water rather than dirt. for a blink in time she knew nothing but water and her own blood. the whispers of spirits. she would not die here.

the prophet twisted and found purchase somehow below the water. she tore herself away and surrended her game in favor of flight. east, to the forest. almalexia was a darting shadow in the water, never once looking back. she left blood in her wake, the blood she had offered him.

let him think her gone.

she would return.

thank you for the thread <333