"My, my," she said lightly, placing a hand over her chest in feigned concern. "Lord Crawford, you looked like you were having such a hard time, I simply couldn't stay still."
Her gaze flicked to the scattered swordsmen, some struggling to rise, others lying motionless amid scorched dirt and shattered stone.
Then she looked back at him.
Her smile turned coquettish, eyes half-lidded as she leaned in just a fraction.
"Did you need help?" She asked sweetly.
Isaac's expression twisted the moment he saw her smile.
"I told you to stay inside," he said.
"Is that how you thank me?" Nimue pouted, purple eyes widening in mock hurt. "I save your life, and you scold me. How cruel."
"I didn't need your help," Isaac replied.
"Is that so?" She arched a brow, amusement glinting. "Because from where I was watching, your mana was slowly slipping out of control. Whatever you were about to unleash… it felt like it was going to blow up in your face."
