Anna Mary's mouth hung open for a long moment, her eyes darting between Stephan and the horned woman standing silently near the door. Death's pale skin glimmered faintly in the firelight, her eyes unreadable, like two shards of an ancient night sky.
Yennefer blinked, trying to process what she'd just heard. "Wait...the Asriel? The one who burned the last human empire to ash? The one who..."
"...killed everyone of the humans in this realm. The one Fizzwigg talked about?." Stephan finished quietly. "Yes. That one."
Anna Mary threw her hands into the air. "You've got to be kidding me! You made her your soul servant?!"
Stephan leaned back on the wooden chair, expression calm, almost amused. "It wasn't exactly a choice. Her soul was sealed under a mountain in the heart of the desert. I didn't even know what I was dealing with at first. She appeared to be strong, so I thought I'd add her into my collection. I thought she do come in handy."
