Our heads whip right, and the silver-haired venin walks toward us, her purple robes billowing in the breeze. She doesn’t bother to look at Tairn as she passes mere yards in front of his hind claws, just keeps those eerie red eyes pinned on us. On me. Wait. She did…what? Lightning? Blood drains from my face and I throw up my shields, drawing on Andarna’s power. Holy Dunne, she wielded lightning. But venin aren’t supposed to have signets…let alone mine.
