[: Daniel's POV :]
"Hold tight," I warned.
Before either my mother or Maiya could respond, the world around us twisted, space bending like rippling water as I teleported all three of us toward the next location.
The moment we reappeared, the stench of burned soil and holy radiance slapped into my senses.
Blinding golden light clashed violently against pitch-black shadows in the distance.
Mother narrowed her eyes.
"Where's Victor?"
"Over there," I answered.
Victor, Captain of the Silent Night, was in the center of the chaos, wrapped in an ever-shifting haze of darkness, his body flickering like living shadow.
He moved with swift, serpentine grace as he fought what looked like an entire legion of Holy Knights.
"God damn you coward bastards!"
Victor yelled as a barrage of holy spears rained down on him.
"Cowards!? You dare call us that when you hide behind that filthy darkness!?" one knight retorted.
Even as they mocked him, Victor kept dodging barely.
