Chapter 12
Wayne stared at his hand, eyes wide with disbelief. A single touch from that small blade and his hair had been severed cleanly.
"Ugh..." He let out a low, concerned growl. The thought of an enemy wielding such a weapon was genuinely terrifying to him.
Euphoria read the alarm on his face and offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Wayne. This is the only one like it in the world."
Wayne's tension visible melted away at her words.
"Alright, help me set up the pot," Euphoria commanded, eyeing the stone vessel. It was smooth and perfectly sized for what she had in mind.
While Wayne gathered wood and stoked the fire, Euphoria went to work on the wild boar. she carved out several pieces of fat to use for oil and prepped the aromatic seasonings she had scavenged from Harry.
