"How could you do this to your own people!"
Heila's words of condemnation rang out across the top of the tower like a thunderclap, filled with a combination of horrified revulsion and righteous fury that momentarily made Loman take a step back from the diminutive witch.
Her words pierced his heart as effectively as his arrows pierced the flesh of his foes, striking directly at the vulnerability that he'd struggled to harden his heart against. He knew when he called for twelve arrows that some of them would snap under the strain of helping him to fight the demons, but he'd never imagined that it would be so many of them.
