The beast blazed into the room, straight at Sicarius. He shoved Amaranthe out of the way. The construct leapt at him. He ducked and rolled to the side, and it crashed through the glass window. Startled, Amaranthe jumped to her feet and stuck her head out. The three-story fall did not faze the creature. It hit the snow on its feet and twisted back toward the front door, running through the torn bodies of soldiers it had slain. “It’ll never stop,” Sicarius said. “At least we know it’s not smart,” Amaranthe said.
