Chapter 54: Tonight, I Am Death

It was almost midnight, and Damon had been in this part of the forest for hours, ever since leaving the library. He stood before a makeshift table, he had made it out of bamboo.

Several beakers sat in front of him, their contents glinting ominously. A small smile crept across his face.

'I was a little worried, but thanks to Sylvia Moonveil's advice, I finally have the perfect poison. No smell, fast-acting.