Zaphael knew how brutal Volants could be.
Or at least, he thought he knew.
The green flames expanded out into a cloud of fire, thick smoke erupting out of it, incinerating Ninor within. The Etherskill would've been deadly even if Embol hadn't used it at Ninor from point-blank range. But because he had done so, it was even more extreme, the cloud of smoke and flames rising from the scarred ground.
Ninor the Kingslayer was dead—
Crashman Volants dashed to kill the Queenslayer as well and Zaphael once again found his heart thundering inside his chest, pumping lightning into his bloodstream, pushing him to move, to save that woman from getting hurt.
To keep his promise.
Zaphael picked up Kovi's wingmaking blades from the ground and moved with a killer's quickness toward the approaching Crashman Volants. Slayer Volants got their weapons out, readying themselves for the charge.
