Chapter 12: Little Tricks

“You think your little tricks can work on me, mage?” The creature staggered slowly towards him. Its cloth was made from the shadow of darkness and was swerving behind, “Try something less amusing. You have to yield and save your weak bone the inevitable. But, I would like it if you try to put up a fight, it would only make your blood more pleasing and appetizing for my refined palate.”

Bola uncorked the vial, frowning at the fowl odd. He applied the fluid on his palms, not bothering to wipe away the sands and dried blood.

His hands were still shaking, but unlike the first time, it became stable when he focused his mind on the magic words.

“We have fed on anima