"You've never begged for help, no matter how much danger you were in…"
While staring at me with her deep violet eyes, making me feel as if she was gazing right into my very soul, she declared, "You did it for him."
Vex didn't answer.
She couldn't.
Next, Orianna stepped through the portal like a wraith in bloom.
The moment she arrived, the air shifted, becoming strangely floral, but not in a sweet manner. It was something closer to iron roses and wilting petals. She didn't glance our way. Not once. Not at Vex, not at me.
She just erupted.
Without fanfare, without a word, Orianna raised a single hand and detonated the battlefield with an onslaught of spells. Vines burst free from the ground like vipers, impaling lionkin through the chest and dragging them under. Blossoms of sickly color bloomed into explosive spores mid-air, catching sword-wielders who were rushing at her off-guard. She conjured brambles of glassy thorns and blades of pollen-dense wind, and a massacre followed.
