Moonfire!
As Duncan lifted his hand, the moonfire signifying the domain of the moon ignited, attaching itself to the sword dancers, including Trist. The venom crippling him was easily neutralized by the Divine Spirit.
The naked silhouette of the Gloomy Maiden was cloaked in a hazy veil, like a thin gauze of moonlight. Her peerless beauty did not hinder her fierce swordsmanship, the sliver strands of her hair dancing like rhythmic waves under the moon, beautiful yet deadly, though she deliberately held back, sparing many of the Zor Elf assassins.
"Still holding back at a time like this?" Duncan shook his head in disbelief.
The Divine Spirit favored all the lost Zor Elves and refrained from killing unless necessary. But holding back now seemed rather foolish.
Perhaps she thought these mortals posed no real threat.
She merely intended to repel them, not to slaughter them.
She did not wish to kill.
Yet, Velen wished to kill her.
