A level three should do it, especially with the Blood Moon power, Riona thought.
The Fallen One recoiled. "Level three? You've never attempted it before. Don't! You're gambling with your life for something that isn't even certain!"
Riona bit her lower lip, frustration simmering beneath her skin. She turned to the empty air and shouted, "Then tell me—do you have a better plan? The world is hanging by a thread. My brother is hanging by a thread! And you expect me to sit still and do nothing?"
While the Fallen One scrambled for an answer, the demon was already on the move. Its thick hands tore through the air like claws through silk, seizing Riona before she could react. Ol'gaz had grown tired of games. It knew exactly what Riona was thinking—she was desperate enough to end this, even if it meant sacrificing herself.
That cannot happen, Ol'gaz thought.
