Sylvia wasn't soaked with blood but she still felt stained. It was unpleasant. No matter how many times she had already done it. No matter how many she had killed them over and over again.
It was still unpleasant.
She slid down the snowy slope, snow flying off from her feet as she skid down with finesse.
There were more of them in the mountain. She could feel their presence hiding in the shadows.
No, not hiding.
Waiting.
She skid down again. She closed her eyes and inhaled.
Ah.
It still smelled of snowdrops.
That was the only thing that didn't change.
She landed perfectly on her feet.
Should she tell the boys about the dangers in the mountain? She couldn't just stow them in a cave whenever she had to vanquish some shadow soldiers.
Well, no matter. If they learn about the shadows then they shall.
She reached the cave.
Will the boys eat boar meat?
