C40 Fate's curse

The chamber shook with the force of Vashti’s entrance, her presence burning like a beacon in the dark. The shadows shrank back from her light, hissing and writhing against the walls.

Malrick’s grin twisted into a sneer. “Ah. The little witch arrives. Perfect timing.”

He flicked his wrist, and shadows coiled toward her like a nest of serpents. Vashti swung her blade