The entire hall had gone still as Fallen Claw clattered to the ground. For a moment, Owain hung there, suspended on Lady Ashlynn's blade through the visor of his helm. Then, she stepped in close, bringing her head within inches of his. Were it not for the helmets they both wore, Ashlynn might have resembled a wife intending to give her fallen husband one last kiss goodbye…
Ashlynn was grateful for the protection offered by her helm, and she didn't mind if people misunderstood. It made it easier to conceal what came next.
"Kiss of the Void," Ashlynn whispered in a voice that carried no further than the man in front of her. Cold, dark power filled her voice as she drew on her bond with Nyrielle to unleash a curse that no witch ever had. "Oblivion's Embrace…"
