Pangubox stepped forward, his staff kissing the ground heavily, and then he stopped before Brother shadow. Even with his height, Pangubox was nothing compared to Brother Shadow.
Pangubox gave him a weary smirk. "It took the death of millions of magicians all carrying the curse, their blood washing through the streets and every gutter of the Holy city and sinking deep into its earth, and even more so, the blood of our Night Mistress, but it was finally done."
On saying this, he dug his hand into one of his open large sleeves, and from it came a beating heart. This heart looked very fresh, as if it had only been plucked from the chest of the one that had it.
It was still dripping in blood, but it beat thunderly and steadily. In its center was a rune, like a snake eating its own tail, continually moving about the heart but always eating its own tail.
This snake was purple in color.
