"You... forsaaaaake meee..." Pawel said in a shaky voice. He seemed to have difficulty walking toward the champions.
Sylens turned to Heda, awaiting her instructions. The latter bit her lower lip. Her eyes were fixated on the corrupted Pawel. "The Roosa'al has possessed him. If Friede chases the shadow away, Pawel will lose his life."
"So what?" I asked. "They'll all die once the witch is done with her ritual."
Heda turned to me with black stare. "We are champions, chosen by the almighty Primordials. If we don't protect the weak, what right do we have to fight the new goddess?" she hissed.
I chuckled. "You'll protect them now, only to see them all die once the Eternal Moon shines above their heads. Don't you understand how this works?"
Heda was about to retort when Friede pulled her from the shoulder. "We can discuss this later. What do we do with this one?" She jerked her head toward the corrupted man.
