"He said 'master.' That means someone is making them while at the same time forcing his or her will onto them," Asher said, staring at the remains of the man.
"So, what now?" Serena asked.
Asher stood up. "Hm, I guess we return to the village and evacuate the people for now," he said as he turned.
They both started moving, but as they did, they saw the same thick black smoke rising into the sky.
"Fuck. It's from the village," Asher said, his expression darkening.
Without hesitation, he grabbed Serena's wrist, and then, in a blur of movement, black wings of blood unfolded behind him.
"Hold on," he said before they both darted toward the village at full speed.
The wind roared in Serena's ears as Asher propelled them forward with his Blood Wings, slicing through the night like a crimson shadow. The sight of the village growing closer sent a sinking feeling into her gut—thick, black smoke billowed into the sky, and the faint glow of fire flickered in the darkness.
