[Gerrard Freya Flashback]
"I can help," Jianna resisted, a stubborn flash in her eyes. "I told you, just call me—"
"I won't risk it." Gerrard cut her off, his voice laced with an urgency she'd never heard before. "Your father would—"
A guttural chuckle from the throne interrupted him.
"Interesting, human!" The minotaur's three heads spoke in dissonant harmony. "Amongst the warriors who wield that weapon, I sense a power in you that blazes brighter than most."
There was no time for talk.
Gerrard infused his blade with aura, the metal glowing fiercely.
Ignoring Jianna's cry, Gerrard surged forward, a blur of determined focus.
As he ran, he swung his sword imbued with aura.
SLASH!
A crescent of pure energy launched from the blade, aimed with deadly precision at the monstrous creature.
