Book 3 Chapter 52: Taste Despair
Argenta dodged the goldmask’s swing as she summoned a blade of black smoke into her hand. She swung the blade and the goldmask attempted to block it with his shield, but part of the sword she held turned to smoke, and it flew right through his shield, cutting a deep gorge across his chest. She dismissed that sword, and summoned a gauntlet into her hand that she slammed into the door in front of her, smashing it inward.
She hadn’t expected the Goldmasks, and that was foolish of her. She’d thought that the interior of the Rendhold would be safe once they eliminated Drake.
A bullet flew toward her, but hit only smoke as she moved toward the one who’d shot it, driving a misty blade through his throat once he reached him. She climbed the steps to her library. She should’ve stayed with the council to keep them safe, but she had other priorities she needed to attend to. She pushed open the door, and the smell of smoke and blood hit her like a carriage.
There were more than twenty corpses all around the library. That was an estimation of course, as most of them were in pieces. In the corner was a small billowing pile of black smoke, with only white scars across it that served as its eyes. She leaned down, and held out her hand, letting the smoke crawl into her palm.
“If you’re still here, I suppose they didn’t find the grimoire.”
“Unfortunately for me, they did not.”
“How did they beat you?”
“Godfrey himself came. The divinity that infuses him… I’m vulnerable to it, as you know.”
“Did they take her?”