With a sharp, desperate cry, she lunged to her feet, her sword raised as she turned to face Osalf, who was still reeling from the wound she had inflicted. Blood streamed from his eyes, his face twisted in pain and rage as he staggered back, clutching at his ruined vision.
"You'll pay for this," Osalf snarled, his voice hoarse with anger as he waved his hand toward Xuán Wěi, who stood a few feet away, watching the scene unfold with cold detachment.
"We can't hold them off much longer!" Xuán Wěi's voice was strained, his gaze darting between Osalf and the approaching reinforcements. Yun-Jin's blade glistened, still wet with Osalf's blood as she stood in front of Daemon's prone form, her body shaking from the emotional toll and exhaustion.
But her eyes—her eyes were focused, burning with a fury that seemed unquenchable. She wasn't going to let Osalf walk away from this. Not after what he had done.
