She didn’t even hear the bells anymore.
Her vision narrowed.
She would not be denied again.
Vantra has earned her place among the four saints. As a human, she was a simple maid to the great Saint King. She had tried to save her children after the darkness fell, but the cold denied her that luxury.
She had killed a saint, and in doing so, consigned her life to oblivion. And endless life of fighting to try and ascend into the heavens as a god.
She was a force of nature, the cool gust that proceeded the storm. The hair oh your neck standing up.
She locked eyes with the mob of men standing before her, eager to take her sainthood, her destiny.
She would not be denied again.