"Shit!" Zagreus cried, his fingers dancing to form Runes of Protections. In moments rather than seconds, a dozen small domains appeared, cloaking Reina and Syris in a protective bubble.
"What's happening?" Syris shouted. Her palm was wet with perspiration. She could feel the foreign energy gathering whirling about Vesim. It was like an intangible blanket seeking to dominate by stripping all that was necessary to live within the atmosphere.
"These bastards are testing the lines of the Shadow Proclamation. Damn that Monarch of Hell." Zagreus cursed, snapping an eye to Altair, locked in the arms of Tasha.
His head pressed her between her voluptuous bosom, seeking to smother him. He nearly cursed in a fit of jealousy. He might have if not for the tense killing intent radiating off of Reina.
