"Who?" Brantley's question was a mere whisper. His body tensed and blood from his face drained. It can't be happening so soon. He just got married. He hadn't even shown Bianca all of Aztec. They haven't enjoyed their marriage.
Daryn looked at him and without blinking, said, "You know it Brantley."
His jaws clenched.
"Sedora…" said Daryn.
Everyone in the room became dead silent. Bianca's breath stopped in her throat. So the time had come? Sweat trickled down her spine and she could feel Brantley's clammy palms.
Daryn continued, "My theory is that Sedora has somehow amassed an army of such Shadows. Rather, she has created this army. They are corpses with filthy, dirty, stinking bodies who can't be killed… because they are already dead. They are demons and are created for the mere purpose of destruction. You could use a dozen swords against them, but it wouldn't matter. Basically, you can't kill them by using steel or iron."
