Carrion hit the corner wall of the courtyard, a winded “Guh!” coming out of him as he tried to right himself. Behind him, the vines choking the crumbling brickwork suddenly bloomed, a thousand tiny white flowers exploding open and wilting right before my eyes. Dried petals rained down on the smuggler, landing in his hair as he shoved away from the wall.
his blood can heal the rot of his land!
