Quinlan said nothing.
His gaze swept the battlefield.
The dwarven lines. The undead horde. The Fujimori ranks.
Every banner that had marched through Kaede's portal, every soldier who served the coalition that had dared keep Black Fang chained in a cell.
They had tortured her. Beaten her until her bones broke and broken them again after they healed just so they could enslave her.
Enslave.
Black Fang?
Mana rolled off him and hit the soldiers beneath like a change in altitude, and a crossbowman on the front line dropped to his knees with blood running from both ears.
To turn her against him?
They did all those horrors to her...
To beat him?
The second pulse cracked the frost on every shield beneath him.
Black Fang already carried infinitely more pain than she ever should have, and these vermin had piled more on top of it.
