Helie thrust her hands over her face. Dust washed over her, mixed in it were flecks of red and purple. All the Squire held their breaths.
The Red snapper Fiend had fallen to the ground. All the Stalkers were dead. The Fledglings were hiding in the tall grasses on both sides of the stone road, watching eerily.
The Fiend didn't rise again. Murmurs began to spread among them.
"What were those two beams that destroyed its eyes?" Arielle asked Samara, who had a dark expression on her face.
Samara brushed back her purple hair, sheathing her sword. Her curt but elegant voice said, "Divine spell, a powerful one at that."
Kon turned to Helie, grinning. "He's insane."
Helie's face looked surly though. "I hope so."
Duran walked back towards his carriage, grumbling. Set watched him for a moment before deciding Duran wasn't in the mood to talk.
