Within the fort, Paladin Phobus stood tall and proud, one foot raised as if he was standing on something, while the other hand was raised and clenched in a fist. The muscles in his arm were bulging as he was pulling on an invisible leash.
His eyes were still pitch black, the injector gun having fallen to the floor, as more black tears streamed down his cheeks. Those pure black eyes stared at the floor, focusing on something that didn't exist in front of him.
The paladins lips moved, although no words came from them. Instead, words drifted across the battlefield from the twisted, monstrous lips of the Demonic Mother, as she pressed Alexandra down with her foot and choked her with her whip.
"Look at her Cynthia. Look at what you have done! You worthless, spineless little wretch. Why did you make me do this? You should have just laid down and taken your punishment like a good dog. This is all. your. fault."
