While Carmen was wreaking havoc in one of the Demon Cult's strongholds, Gallahad was leading an assault of his own, guided by the silent shadows, Renee and Maelle. The two young women moved with the grace of wraiths, their lips sealed as if struck mute. Yet, from the depths of their quiet eyes, Gallahad could feel it… rage.
A silent, seething fury that burned hotter than any flame. He didn't need them to speak to understand. The betrayal of Bane had left a wound far deeper than either would admit. But what truly gnawed at their hearts was Amon's suffering.
To them, Amon was an unshakable pillar, a warrior who had never once faltered, who bore the burdens of others with unwavering resolve. He was a brother, a saviour who had dragged them out of the pits of despair and given them a purpose beyond mere survival.
