Fourteen - Horann

Black rage had driven her onwards and her twisted claws drove her towards the thin Vanadine had disappeared into.

Do that to me!? She had raged inside her shattered mind. I will kill you whether in the human world or Elaris!

Talons had dug into the soft grass on the far side of the thin and her vision adapted rapidly enough to see Vanadine slip from one shadow to the next. What had once been a hand but was now a clawed paw of a thing, lashed out, sending a psychic tag to attach to Vanadine. Her power failed and she ground her fangs in annoyance.

No magic here? What a pathetic excuse for a world! She had thought disdainfully as she had set off after him.

Dropping to all four limbs like some twisted animal, Horann reached the edge of the park and watched as Vanadine scaled the facade of a building across the street as if he was on a stroll. Horann matched his grace, heading for the opposite side of the street they were on.

Do not approach too closely, he is still strong. Her mind warned