The new plan was working beautifully. While Ryan and Emma were keeping Lord Malakor busy with their silent, epic duel of storytelling, the rest of the team was having a very loud, very satisfying time cleaning out his throne room.
The Shades, the ghostly echoes of Malakor's past victims, were not easy to fight. They were half-real, and they whispered things in your mind that made you feel sad and tired. But they were no match for the focused, righteous fury of the Bastion Alliance's finest. Ilsa and her Iron Wolves were a disciplined, efficient machine of destruction, their movements precise and deadly. Scarlett was a chaotic, unpredictable whirlwind of a warrior, phasing through the ghostly ranks and leaving a trail of dissolving, screaming shadows in her wake.
It was a perfect combination of order and chaos. And it was very, very effective.
