In Emile’s hand was the head of a creature that bore a striking resemblance to a snake, save for two protruding horns on its head. It was thicker than Emile’s thigh and its length Fleur could not yet determine—the rest of its body was still submerged in the dark water of the river while her father only held up its head. A gaping hole scarred the center of its head where ichor continued to ooze in copious amounts, the obvious result of Emile throwing his spear at the creature. With the help of what little light filtered through the branches of the trees looming over them, the serpent’s scales gleamed and rippled azure and cobalt.

The horror that swam in Fleur’s eyes were reflected in those of her father’s as he stared at the creature’s bleeding corpse that he held in his hand.

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