Her eyes swept the battlefield, not with the panicked desperation of the dying, but with the cold assessment of a predator. But beneath that deadly focus, a poison was spreading through her mind.
She knew she knew that this massacre wasn't a surprise. She knew the gears of this war had been turning long before the first blade was drawn.
Rex had orchestrated this. The realization didn't make her tremble; it made her aim unnaturally steady, but it left a bitter, metallic taste in her mouth that no amount of adrenaline could wash away.
'We're all just pieces on his board,' she thought, her jaw tightening as she loosed another shaft that split a demon's skull with a satisfying crunch. 'God helps us if he decides to flip the table.'
Below, in the shadow of the main engagement, Aisella Moonbloom was drowning in green light and crimson blood.
