"ELARA!" Serana started after her.
The guard stepped into her path. "My lady, I can't let you—"
"Get out of my way!" Serana's essence flared. "That's my child—"
"Who is heading into combat zone where you'll both die if you follow!" The guard's voice was firm despite the fear in his eyes. "Lady Elara is trained, she can—"
Serana's hand shot out. Gripped his shoulder. Her black hair began to lift as power surged through her, remnants of House Nightveil bloodline, the last living bearer of Ancient House power.
"Move. Now."
The guard stepped aside.
Serana ran.
Hold on, Elara.
****
Elara had already cleared the main gates.
Her body was coated in shimmering essence.
She moved through fleeing demons and scrambling guards like force of nature. Heading straight toward the sounds of battle.
"ELARA!"
Serana's voice cut through the chaos.
Elara's head turned fractionally.
But she didn't stop.
Just pushed forward faster. Toward the screaming. The explosions.
