Tatal had been gravely wounded in the battle against the Basilisk. In fact, she was barely alive.
But she was alive.
The shadow delivered her unconscious body, as well as the hide of the slain Devil, to the outskirts of the village. Then, he disappeared and returned to the comfortable, cold darkness of his cave.
The tribesmen had to be full of shock and joy at the return of their shaman. After all, slaying the Basilisk was not what a mere Ascended was meant to be capable of… the battle Tatal had fought was, without a doubt, a stunning and awesome feat — a feat worthy of becoming a song, or maybe even a myth, one day.
The myth of a brave shaman who faced an unstoppable calamity with a song and a copper blade.
But the shadow was in no mood to observe the tribesmen celebrating.
He was troubled… he was uneasy.
