a thick layer of darkness. Low, muffl

was lying on a hard wooden p

er skin with a rough cloth. A relatively clean

lf-open wooden door, she saw Alfred a

spered. His voice was tight, thick

Whatever her game is," his voice was

and through his fiery red hair. "I don't buy i

d, cutting off the argument. "We have to hunt.

They grabbed their crude bone

ated, heavy look at the half-open door. Th

ded. Kiana threw off the animal

her Viridian energy slowly and methodically repairing her exhausted cells. It was agonizing, but it gave her just enough baseline mobility. Furthermore, her in

ed over to a large clay water vat in the corner of

at her from the stil

ed her cheeks and forehead. Her skin was

l host hadn't just been ug

ecovering Viridian energy into her

er mind, supplying a name: Bone-Rot Powder. It meant she had been secretly poisoned for a lon

the Wilderlands wasn't a punishment for bad behavior. It was a cal

evenge required power. Right n

It was a filthy, chaotic mess of dus

nstincts took over. She c

ldy straw out the door. She stacked th

hard. She pulled out an old, rusted iron pot covered

exactly what she needed to b

carded belongings. At the bottom, she found a few

ions, but the original host had thrown them in

e knelt in the dirt and used coarse sand to scrub

A spark caught the dry grass, and so

oes with a small bone knife. S

unting, this pot of soup was go