Urgot held the dying warrior upright for a moment, their faces inches apart, then pulled his weapon free and let the body fall.
Three down. All six Crimson Scales eliminated.
He turned to see how the others were faring, and his eyes widened at what he saw.
Freda stood at the tent's entrance, her hands weaving complex spell patterns as magical energy swirled around her. She wasn't fighting—she was preparing something big, something that required intense concentration and couldn't be interrupted.
Shadow had simply disappeared after the initial entry. One moment the cloaked figure was there, the next they were gone, likely positioning themselves for a crucial strike at the perfect moment.
And at the center of the tent, Lord Satou faced King Vexor in single combat.
It was unlike any fight Urgot had ever witnessed.
