The Mer Mess

Havermouth, Present Time

Niarthen had been betrayed was the first thought Lyric had as she’d surfaced in the river after the explosion. The second was that she hoped the vampire blood-cure was still effective even after so long. She swam to the bank at Niarthen’s side and fought their way through the weeds up onto the land, and then out of the undergrowth onto the main street, where she stopped to gape at the destruction.

The buildings to either side were burning and collapsing inwards, and smoke pouring thickly onto the street, seeming drawn there, its swirls pushing up against an invisible barrier.

“Are you injured?” The vampiress Sigrid appeared abruptly on the road by them and Lyric jumped, her hand going to the weapon on her hip. The woman was filthy, covered in soot so that it appeared as if she wore a mash, her eyes and teeth bright in contrast.

Niarthen seemed less surprised by her arrival. “Nothing serious.”

“You are injured,” Lyric removed her helmet as she saw that the vamp