Alaris was strong, but who could beat Thanatou in his own realm?
The fight had been going on for about thirty seconds and there was already so much catastrophe, that the guards had broken their intense restraint on Eli and Belladonna, so they could protect themselves against the blast of flames that shot at every direction.
Belladonna was behind the throne of bones, she couldn't even figure out how she had gotten there! The ache in her legs reminded her though. She had ran.
Her hand was tight around her towel. Somehow, amidst the chaos, had stolen a fallen Thanis warrior's ragged mantle, and put it on.
Seeing a Thanis warrior without his black cloak made her understand why they barely left anything in view, to begin with.
What a torture for her eyes.
The blue pair would never recover.
