Chapter 255 Veronica's Day

• Tyler Grant slumped against a gnarled trunk, everything in his range a blur of shadows. His body was a map of pain, the gash in his side leaking blood onto the forest floor.
• Above him stood Veronica, the cursed baseball bat resting lightly on her shoulder. It was dripping with Tyler's blood, which she watched with glee dripping down her shoulder.
• "Well, well, Tyler Grant," she crowed venomously. "Look at you now—humbled and crawling. Lord Lazarus Briar has truly surpassed himself this time."