Chapter 37 — Holy Fire
The warning bells of the Vaelthorn citadel rang out like a death knell.
The Church had arrived.
Not scouts. Not a patrol.
An entire legion of Radiant Knights marched across the black glass plain, their golden armor gleaming under the blood-red sky. Holy fire burned along the edges of their blades and shields, casting an unnatural light that made the volcanic landscape look sickly.
At the front rode Commander Seraphiel Kane, the fanatical leader who had hunted them since the beginning. His armor was etched with glowing celestial runes, and a massive silver sword burned with purifying flame on his back.
Nyxara stood on the high walls beside Cairis and Liora, her bandaged arm still in a sling.
"They brought the Severing Blade," she said grimly. "I can feel it. They mean to end your bond today."
Cairis's eyes burned crimson. "Then we end them first."
