Screams rang out as the Star Guard cut through the remaining inquisitors and elves, rushing to my side. Luxxa grasped me by the arm, ignoring the severity of her own wounds to look me over. Not until she was satisfied did she release me, looking worn but relieved.
"Thank you, Kahlen," I said, turning to the blade demon.
"It was nothing, my Lady. It was your idea, and your efforts that saw it through."
"I'm not sure I follow," Jenna said, nudging the corpse with her foot. She turned it, getting a better look at the dagger. "What the hell happened to him?"
Kahlen extended his hand, palm down, and the blade quivered. With a sickening squelch, it slid from the body and flew through the air, landing softly in his palm. He held it out, hilt-first, a silver dagger carved with now familiar runes.
"Anti-magic. One of their assassins tried to slip it into Xiviyah's ribs, but we caught it. Who would have thought thee blade would come in handy so soon?" he asked, chuckling with dark mirth.
