Midwinter Town: A Novella
The lion stood.
In the void, the lion transformed. Where the lion stood a few seconds ago, in all of his glory, the God Curaim- the God of Death stretched out his arm.
The snake hissed.
“How long is this going to last,” she demanded.
“Until the end of time,” Curaim replied. “There is no use, I will defeat you again.”
“Fool, our battle is eternal.”
“Yes, the battle since time in memorial.”