The ridge north of the battlefield lit white, and the shockwave hit Serika half a second later with a concussion that rattled her teeth and sent the nearest dwarven shields stumbling sideways.
Earth shattered somewhere beyond the treeline.
The sound that followed was heavy enough to come through the ground before it came through the air, a deep concussive impact of armor and flesh meeting at speeds that didn't belong inside mortal bodies.
Then another followed, and another after that, each one shaking the earth harder than the last.
She couldn't see the fight past the ridge, but she could feel it through the bond, which was quickly proving that the girls were given something akin to a hivemind passive ability, an overly prominent perception for those the Bloodfather decided to share his blood with.
Quinlan's heartbeat ran hard and steady against the brand on her abdomen, his focus collapsed to a point so narrow that everything on this side of the hill had fallen out of it.
