Sicarius. “What happens after it kills you?” “It continues doing what its master created it for,” he said. The howl came again, this time from the yard directly below. She looked outside and reeled back at the blood, dismembered bodies, and entrails spattering the snow. “Terrorizing the empire?” she asked. “Apparently.” “Unacceptable,” Amaranthe said. “We have to stop it.” “We can’t,” Sicarius said quietly.
