Dhein's face paled while staring at Thevon's unconscious body. The only consolation he had at the moment was the fact that the scion of light was still breathing.
'Oh, shit...'
He heard a male child's voice across from him.
"It's five against one, now," said the short assassin.
Dhein gulped, turning his head to the enemies he now had to face.
"Still, don't let your guard down. This is the strongest Theocheirós we're up against," the dark sorcerer stated.
Suddenly, Dhein heard a voice inside his head.
'Let me at 'em.'
The scion of divinity stood still, contemplating his choices. If he switched now, he might not be able to get his body back. He could tell that Cyreth could easily kill these demons, which was exactly why he couldn't use his power.
"You'll just die too easily... I can't have that..." Dhein muttered.
It would be ideal if Cyreth was only able to beat them unconscious without killing them, but he knew that won't be the case.
The demons spoke.
