"Let's hope that the Council's 'any moment now' is not my 'too late and a quarter'." Faluel took deep breaths, feeling her mana core and body heal. "If it keeps up like this, we're going to lose. We need-"
A second flash of light came out of Thorn, cutting Faluel short and Feela asunder.
The Behemoth's two halves fell to the ground in front of Raagu's horrified gaze. The blast of Shattered Moon had missed the human representative only because the massive armored body of her late friend eclipsed her.
"Bring them all down!" Orpal shapeshifted into his full Vurdalak form, covering Thorn and Moonlight in black crystals that formed respectively a Divine Beast-sized spear and armor. "Give them no quarter or mercy!"
Those words made no sense to humans, beasts, and Fae alike. Mercy wasn't something anyone in the Dead King's army possessed, so they couldn't grant it to others.
