Ankyra Sound ... a ritual "godspeak" song...

the end, cut short.

her assailant collapsed. a familiar scene, reminiscent of the den in the valley and that pale warrior she had felled with words alone. words of power which she no longer possessed.

the prophet was silent, listening to the spirits shrieking over the golden woman's laugh. mismatched eyes traced patterns in the air above her. the scent of blood permeated the space around them.

i can tell you how to make it stop, almalexia muttered after a time. her eyes fixed to the woman. for a price.