The queen's soldiers began breaking formation.
Ragnar saw the fear spreading and drove forward mercilessly.
With one hand, he swung his weapon into a soldier's shoulder, shattering bone.
With the other, he commanded his shadows while still gripping the reins tightly. Dark tendrils erupted beneath a cluster of enemy soldiers, wrapping around their legs and dragging them screaming into the ground for his men to finish them.
His army surged behind him. The momentum of the battle shifted hard.
Then Aeron saw Circe and his face darkened further.
"What kind of vile creature are you?" he spat. He turned and began cutting his way toward her. If he couldn't kill Ragnar, he was going to kill her instead. Her death would put an end to the gruesome undead as well.
Several reanimated corpses lunged for him, but Aeron hacked through them savagely.
He reached Circe just as another corpse rose behind him.
Circe looked directly at Aeron. Then she smiled faintly.
