The Oblivion Drake's killing attack never landed.
One moment, its huge mouth was opening as dark energy gathered around Fester's raised hand. The legion's howls grew louder. The next, a streak of silver light struck the Drake's head. The creature screamed and pulled back, its cry shaking the red sky.
The dark energy disappeared. The legion stopped moving forward. Fester's calm expression, already damaged by Mirko's defiance, finally broke.
Nathan turned quickly, Moonlight raised. [Hunter's Insight] tracked where the attack had come from.
A figure stepped out of the shadows at the edge of the foothills. His grey robes were torn and covered in dust. A Void Eel was wrapped around his feet, crackling with defensive energy.
His face was pale and tired, but his eyes remained calm and focused.
"Smithy?" Nathan's voice was filled with disbelief. "What are you—"
