The shrine was older than anything Miśko had ever studied.

Someone burned this. Deliberately. The fire started from the inside.

He'd dragged the thing almost a kilometer through the forest.


Drowner's Essence (Crude). Properties: Water Affinity, Minor Curse Residue, Spectral Binding Compatible.

He spoke a word from a seventeenth-century manuscript. The essence sank into the wood.

Drowner's Bane (Crude Totem Staff). +5 Water Curse Damage. Passive: Drowner Sense.



The taste was an atrocity. Bitter in ways that transcended the concept of bitterness.

The PTSD hit like a freight train. For three awful seconds he was back in his apartment in Kraków.


The howl came again — closer, higher-pitched, with a wet clicking undertone. Not a Drowner. Something airborne. Something with wings.

The harvest wasn't over. It was just getting started.
