The Midnight Sorceress
There, her foot was coming up.
This time there was no pop of release as she expected, only a long squelch, and as she pulled her foot slowly up she saw, to her horror, that attached to her ankle were a mud-colored hand and arm. The arm came from somewhere down below.
"Oh, hell no," Cassandra huffed as she stared at it in disbelief. Suddenly it yanked harder and her whole leg went into the mud. Now she could scream. Her hands crawled desperately at the earth, but it crumbled wetly away. She felt herself being pulled down to the waist. Hearing her screams, Vasilisa rushed back to her through the mist. There was no time for the sorceress to conjure up any spell. She grunted as she used her stre
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