"Swoosh"
Miss, flapping her bat wings, glided down from above, landing on the dire battlefield where Murphy and Jed were engaged in a fight to the death.
The surrounding swath of carnage forced her to clench her fists involuntarily.
Having been born into privilege, she had never personally been pushed to the brink as Murphy had been, staking everything on a single victory, imprinting an indelible memory of battle.
She knew she shouldn't interfere.
It was Murphy's trial of strength, but still, she couldn't control herself from hobbling towards the house of darkness, leaning on her Wand of Mystery.
"Well, well, missy, we meet again."
The familiar voice from behind made her stop in her tracks. Turning back, she saw the old knight Finoc, draped in oak armor, perched on a red warhorse with his hefty oak holy sword strapped to his back.
Her gaze tightened as she immediately raised her magic wand.
