Vlad opened his mouth and retrieved a space ring that had been hidden there. Swiftly, he sent the orb inside before pulling out his armor and swords.
The obsidian metallic armor expanded across his body, perfectly accommodating his physique. Gripping both swords tightly, Vlad gazed at Aola with coldness and killing intent. She had deceived an entire town into surrendering their souls, preying on their despair and hope, and who knew how many more had fallen to her tricks. There was no way he would let her leave this place alive.
Aola felt similarly resolute. She knew it would be better to die than to return without the orb; the wrath of the deity she served was not something she or her family could withstand.
