Nyxara allowed herself a faint smirk. "His name is Vel'kharn now, you sentimental idiot."
Lyrisa shrugged, glancing up at the swirling aura of luck above. "Maybe. But deep down, I think Fluffy's still in there. Somewhere under all that doom and despair."
Another pulse of energy burst across the distant ridge.
Nyxara's eyes sharpened again. "We've got incoming. Three signatures. Strong. Could be survivors from another group."
Lyrisa rolled her shoulders, drawing one scimitar and spinning it with a practiced flick. "Then I guess we stall them until our savior is able to fully determine what's real and what's in his head."
Behind them, Damien stirred and the wind grew cold.
An explosion ruptured the terrain to their left, followed by a series of coordinated elemental blasts that struck the sky in synchronized pulses. The scent of poison, the stench of beast blood, and the distant crackle of activated runes rolled across the field like a war drum.
