"It's becoming almost impossible," McKenna hissed.
Anthony walked up to him, eyes burning with intensity. "It is."
A thick fog drifted across the graveyard, coiling around weathered tombstones. Dry twigs littered the ground and clung to the twisted roots of ancient trees. McKenna sat on a fallen branch, eyes narrowed, gaze fixed ahead. Anthony leaned against a tall tombstone, his arms crossed as he studied the High Lord.
"If it's not a bad omen, then it's because her time has come," McKenna muttered, shutting his eyes.
"Death has no mercy. But you—" Anthony frowned, crouching until they were eye to eye, "you seem to be finding some."
He held McKenna's gaze. "And it's confirmed now. She carries a power that could destroy you."
McKenna's lips curved faintly. He crossed one leg over the other and stared into the fog.
"Take me to the afterlife."
"McKenna, do you even hear what you're saying?" Anthony's eyes widened. "You can't. You're banned from ever going there."
