Book Eight: Chapter 195

When Nyx dug a bit deeper, she was able to ride along with the pendant while the woman fled from the center of town. The villagers were screaming as the vampyrs hunted them. It was in the midst of these memories that Nyx finally found the treasure she was looking for.

It happened in an unassuming alley between two buildings. One had been a shop, the other a bakery. The mortal running past heard the sound of flames and had looked between the structures in time to see Decima wrapped around the figure of a gargoyle as it blew hot flames on her.

The vampyr was unperturbed as it brought a thick fist down on the gargoyle’s shoulder and shattered it.

Nyx was almost giddy as she skipped into town to find where this had happened. The area was next to the main square. She dropped to her knees and questioned the stones.

Their answers were largely useless. Roads didn’t distinguish between those who walked them, but Nyx took them back to when they had been put together. S