Now, everything depended on Adam and Fromund.
Moroya was right. Help would not arrive in time, but it did not seem like any of them were rushing to call for it. Despite facing five powerful monsters, each strong enough to face an Elder in equal combat, they still believed in their victory.
Perhaps it wouldn't have been a mistake if Bathild hadn't received power from outside. Only she knew who was hiding behind the mysterious identity of the Exarch, but it was obvious to everyone that it was someone important from the Dark Shore.
The energy Bathild received, the mark on her chest, and the core showed that this power did not belong to her.
It was unknown how long Bathild could maintain this combat form, but it was clear that Adam and Fromund would have to fight for their lives every second of it.
"Hey, Adam..." Fromund's voice became lower, more serious, befitting the situation. "What are we going to do? We have to decide who fights whom."
However, Adam didn't seem to hear him.
