Hardil's headless body fell to the ground. As the blood from his neck watered the ground, Dorhud, Ezareth and I stared in desperation at the creature responsible for his death.
The creature, the umbanth, trembled as it swallowed Hardil's head whole. Its whole body shook as if it were having a seizure and I gritted my teeth. We didn't have even a second to waste.
"Attack at the same time!"
I gripped my sword tightly, sent a simple thought to Sith, and then Spiritual Ascension activated. I swung my sword at the creature, filling it with the mana I had access to as a natural, asymmetrical crown appeared above my head, neither too large nor too small, seemingly made of tree branches.
Ezareth's eyes suddenly turned red, just like the creature's, and a strange energy of the same red color enveloped her body and then her dagger. A faint glow appeared under the clothing of her left arm, revealing that her stigma was there. She lunged at the creature as I did.
