Interlude

She should have run while she had the time.

But she was no coward.

Even if that meant certain gruesome death.
She watched mesmerized as the warlock extended his hand and called out a spell in demonic.

Then it all went black.

As the rippling pain coursed through her body, making her unable to move, to think, to even cry, Laandra went limp and fell face down in the snow. Coldness surrounded her while she fought for control. Then the pain reached its apotheosis and exploded inside her, rendering her totally unconscious.