SIGRID

That man had sat up and was attacking me, with a monstrous strength I had no idea where he was pulling from, given his condition.

"I'm… removing… the seal," I clawed at his wrists, fighting against the lack of oxygen, staring directly into that golden eye now burning with clouded, erratic fury.

Madness lurked in its depths.

"Don’t… touch me… you damn…—" he growled, his voice dripping with such visceral, bloodthirsty hatred that it sent shivers down my spine.

"Aagghh," I gasped, strugglin