The wind howled across the devastated plains as Ethan lowered Warlord's Fang, his breath
coming in steady but ragged pulls. The giant body of Vorgas lay in fragments behind him,
dissolved into twitching motes of corrupted light.
He wiped sweat from his brow, flicking flecks of monster blood off his fingertips.
"That's that…" he murmured under his breath. His gaze shifted sideways, scanning for his party.
All around him, smoke drifted up from shattered ground, curling like black silk ribbons into the
blood-orange sky. The air was choked with the scent of burnt flesh, coppery blood, and charred
wood.
With a slow exhale, Ethan turned toward the city gates and began striding back, boot heels
thudding over broken stone.
He lifted his head and looked to his left.
[POV – Liora]
Liora's laughter rang out, high and sweet and completely out of place amid the battlefield
carnage.
Her slim frame seemed almost delicate as she bounded forward, skirts swishing around her legs.
