Even the Legate, locked in his desperate struggle against the massive spiraling blood blade, felt it. His instincts screamed danger. Something monstrous was coming from behind.
But he couldn't turn. He couldn't move.
All he could do was grit his teeth and brace himself, just as Lumberling hurled the spear.
It tore through the air with a roar, carrying the weight of every force, every element, and every ounce of will he possessed, racing straight toward the Legate's back.
Vaenyra caught the faint ripple in the air, the unmistakable pressure of Lumberling's throw, and her eyes flashed. Without missing a beat, she poured even more power into her attack, her blood blade swelling in size and speed.
The Legate gritted his teeth, too focused on blocking her assault to notice the death rushing toward him from behind.
Then…
Shhk!
Lumberling's spear pierced straight through his back. The impact was clean, silent for a second, then everything erupted.
