This time, bells rang from nowhere. The ground darkened. The sky dimmed.
Selnar summoned a blade from a broken femur and slashed through the air. Her cloak billowed, and a storm of bone fragments launched in all directions.
Ezrakel raised his left hand.
From the censer, wailing faces emerged. They screamed in silence, blocking her storm. Each face belonged to a dead priest, a martyr, a sinner. Their eyes glowed with dying faith.
They swallowed the attack.
Ezrakel finally spoke.
"Nice silly girl. You have some interesting powers. You defeat my loyal servant. It's not easy to defeat her. That means you have some potential. I appreciate it. I know you archive the dead. But I bury them. I gave them peace. And I will give you peace too."
Selnar stepped forward.
