Sevrak, a satisfied grin on his sickly pale face, slipped in behind Throgar, ready to drop the ogre with a clean sneak attack.
From the start, he had stayed hidden, watching the battle unfold while his Blood Dragon ground down the 3 Titled Practitioners, breath by breath and strike by strike.
At last, after Liora took damage from her own attack and lost consciousness, and after Zephan pushed past his limits and sagged with fatigue, Sevrak chose his moment.
Throgar, who was locked in concentration with both his hands and mind fixed on restraining the Rank 4 Spark, was the perfect first target for him to finish.
I will kill you three first, then annihilate the Outer Region, and bend the land into one empire bearing my name. The thought lit his chest with elation as he lifted his hand toward Soulforge's back and primed his deadliest skill, a neat stroke meant to sever life in an instant.
Yet at that moment, he felt something was off in the 2 Titled Practitioners' reactions.
