He was a stranger to her. The Blood Shadow had already consumed everyone she knew. All the others he’d seen in her position had given up—they had lost all reason to live, and thus all reason to fight. Their parasites thrived in such situations, filling their bodies like husks, stealing their power to bring it away. And here, a little girl fought with all her body, mind, and spirit. She held on, her eyes furious and determined, resisting to the end. And the fragment of a Dreadgod was no easy foe.
