Slowly, she emerged from the ocean of dread in which she"d been drowning. She was curled up on her side, with no recollection of how she"d ended up there. Ondo was next to her, also in a foetal position. Surtr crouched beside them both, its hands now removed from their heads.
“I am sorry,” it said.
A bitter taste filled Selene"s mouth as she spoke again. “What was that?”
“I do not know. It is an anathema, something to be feared and hated at all cost.”
“Ondo?”
Ondo"s voice was shaky as he uncoiled and replied. “I don"t know what it was.” He looked at her, and the horror in his eyes was raw. “But I believe I have read a description of a similar attack. I have never witnessed any such thing directly; I suspect no one could and survive to tell the tale.”
The sense of utter despair,
