The ravens watched the slender female figure step out of the shadows, a long wooden flute pressed to her lips.
Vaguely-more a sensation in their bones than a vibration in the air-they experienced the ghost of a sound. Ancient instincts sent them soaring upward, higher and higher, away from the deathly noise.
From their great height, they watched the cucubuths fall like grass flattened by a wind. And they saw Dee and the woman move through the bodies, strolling unhurriedly away from the chaos.
In his Shadowrealm, Odin watched the couple through the raven’s eyes. Who was this woman and how had she rendered the cucubuths unconscious?
The Elder frowned, trying to focus on the female humani. There was something about her, something almost familiar. She was obviously an ally of Dee’s, and she possessed what looked like one of the ancient artifacts of power.
And suddenly, the name came to him in a flood of bitter memories, and he threw back his head and howled in delight. Virginia Dare: one of the few immortals who had slain their master and survived. He had known her master and counted him a friend. Now he could avenge the death of his love and his friend.
“Bring Dee to me,” he instructed the ravens. “Kill the female.”
High above the city, the ravens followed the immortal humani and the Elder watched through their eyes.