Atticus' eyes fixed themselves on the gauntlet in front of him. It had been the weapon the Sentinel used to negate Solvath's power.
'I'll check you later. First… the other.' He snapped out of his thoughts, turning towards the direction of the ongoing fight.
There were more enemies to kill.
…
Anorah twisted and spun in the air, regaining her spiraling momentum. Her inner light shone through her eyes, piercing the dark world.
'There.'
Her eyes locked on to the first Sentinel, hurtling through the terrain.
She glanced at the purple storm that had suddenly engulfed them and the horizon.
'He saved me.'
Anorah gritted her teeth. She had been moments away from death after falling for the Sentinel's trap. In Asterra, there was only one person with such power beside her.
'Atticus Ravenstein.'
Anorah gripped her sword tightly. She hated it, the feeling of inadequacy. He had saved her life earlier; to think she would allow it to happen again.
'Logoth.'
