Chapter 12: The Coil - 1
The dust settled in the cathedral’s ruins, a haze of ash and bone fragments swirling in the dim corpse-light.
Only three things remained upright amidst the wreckage.
A shattered pew, splintered and barely holding together where Azareel’s face had briefly made its acquaintance.
A bone chandelier, creaking mournfully as it swayed.
And Nyxsha, the Purring Extinction, pacing in furious circles, her black fur bristling, her tail flicking like a whip.
Her claws, still half-unsheathed from her clash with Virelya, scraped the stone with each step, her golden eyes blazing with a mix of rage and exhaustion.
She wanted sleep. She wanted silence.
She wanted to yeet that slippery serpent off a cliff.
Unfortunately, Virelya had other plans.
The wraith-serpent, no longer a towering coil of silk and bone, now stood in her humanoid form near the center of the den, humming a soft, eerie melody that made Nyxsha’s fur itch.