The blade throbbed with branch energy like it wanted blood.
Caleb lifted it with both hands, staggering slightly from his injuries, but driven by pure hate.
West was still on one knee breathing heavily.
Caleb's lips curled.
"Die," he hissed and he thrust the glowing violet sword forward—
Straight toward West's back.
CLANG.
The sound rang out like metal striking an immovable mountain.
The glowing violet sword had stopped.
Not because Caleb lacked strength...
Not because West moved...
But because something had appeared between them.
It was Gor'thala.
She stood tall and immovable with her massive ten-foot frame blocking the blade completely. The violet sword had managed to puncture her skin but only barely. The tip sank in less than half an inch, drawing a faint line of green blood that glowed softly before sealing almost immediately.
Her golden eyes turned downward slowly and what filled them was not pain...
It was wrath.
Caleb's eyes widened in disbelief.
