Fourth looked at Kaftar whose skin was dripping. It looked like melted candle wax but black. It was like it was made of concentrated black goo and Fourth did not fail to notice it.
He too had come into contact with the light that Fourth had released so as to block Son-join's connection to his Curse Weave.
Kaftar did not seem to be in any pain and that made Fourth pay more attention to him.
'Seems like you are not something of this forest. You are not even a werewolf. What are you, better yet, who made you?'
Fourth thought, but Kaftar was not one of the individuals she had taken note of as soon as she appeared.
She looked at Sazi and like she knew what Fourth wanted to ask, she nodded.
"It is time to leave then."
Fourth said after looking at Laun's headless body being carried by Ikma, together with his head.
All the Cursed Clan nodded like soldiers receiving a command.
"One last thing."