Until You Die
When I was a child, my mama told me that my snow white hair was the product of the very fire that poured forth from a dragon's breath.
Now that I'm older, I do wonder if perhaps, the same holds true for my red hair. Was it forged by a dragon's pure breath? Or is it the product of an otherworldly evil?
- Vinnandra The Hateful.
And indeed, Vinnandra came to understand that there was power, and then they was the power of the witches… like nothing she had ever seen.
At that moment, Jalamayun wasn't mere mortal… he was a demi-god promising vengeance. He was a man on a mission of destruction.
At that moment as him and red light barrelled for her, Vinn had only one thought cross her mind—why did her mother give birth to a devil spawn like her when the woman knew well that only destruction awaited her?
Because that was the bane of everything. At the apex of it all, it had always been her identity.