The three of them, Primordial Villain, the unhinged witch, and the cheeky blade, formed a silent trinity. There was no warmth in their eyes.
Together, in perfect synchrony, their voices rang over Cassandra.
"Tell us everything."
…
In the capital, silence followed as Blossom's [Veil of the Hollow] spell slowly evaporated.
The royal guards looked around as soon as their senses returned, and they saw what their blind firing had wrought.
Scorch marks blackened cobblestones. Collapsed masonry lay strewn, littering the plaza. Where arrows and magic had flown wild, allies bled from gashes, some clutching wounds inflicted not by enemy but by friend.
One guard turned on his comrade with a glare sharp enough to cut steel. His eyes burned with accusation as they locked on a female knight. Her saber dripped crimson.
"You at least hit something, Julia. Excellent job," the man said dryly as he dangled his left hand in front of her eyes, where one finger was missing.
