Mercy was positively giddy. She could barely contain her excitement. The ghost-shaped flames at the top of her head and at her tail danced in anticipation. The candle noodle had long waited for this day, since she was a wick-wyrm learning to read. She had lived in the light and in safety for long enough and now she had the chance to experience in person what she had always just read about in books. Mercy was going to Raydes. She would be able to see the Wither for herself.
She was not ...
