Shadow Reaper

Viri had always been more sensitive than most to the feeling of magic in the air—something that had aided her swift rise to becoming a hunter and protected her during many of her run-ins with the reapers—but not even she could pinpoint the exact location of her quarry. The reaper moved a step toward Viri, his sneer deepening, his eyes glazed as he adjusted to the surge of ellixen—of magic—flooding through him. If push came to shove, Viri wanted to believe her guardian would protect her, and she knew that was what Sarielle would want to do, but the truth was, Viri couldn’t be entirely confident. But when she finally made it there, it was too late.