THIRTY DAYS LATER one of Aro’s hunters came across Sethr out in the wilds. He was stick thin, skin stretched taut over bone, but his belly had burst open. He’d crammed himself full of edrauthaberries. The purple stains of their juice overlaid the red marks of Severance on his hands and mouth. They had clogged up his innards in an indigestible mass and eaten away at him, bloating him out with toxic gas until the pressure had ruptured his insides and he’d finally died.
