The team bound Drayvus, the warlord, ash settling.
Lorn questioned the warlord, but of course, stubborn and defiant, the Luminous Seed Awakened refused to answer. Instead, it was one of the Initiate Ember captives who spilled the beans, terrified by Torren's intimidating aura.
Today, Clayton learned a new facet of his team leader's personality.
Torren was free and easygoing, funny even, but he could be terrifying when he wanted to be.
Afterall, he was Luminous Seed.
He didn't attain that level of power by being a clown.
One of the captive guards, trembling, spat. "Scorched Clans are worse. They'll burn you before you reach the Scorchpaths".
Clayton's Territorial Sentience pinged faintly, sensing Ashen Covenants' distant Ember Witches, their fire rituals echoing.
Torren wiped soot from his face, Flamevine Wrath dimming.
"Nice aim, Clayton. Saved us a roasting". His grin showed trust, hard-earned.
