Celeste sat cross-legged on the ground, motionless, behind the ranks of the Ember Clan and Paladins.
The latter two sent wave after wave of fire. It was as if they sought to drown the vast army under an ocean of flame.
In response, ice fulgurated within the horde, offsetting the heat and dowsing any flame.
So far, both sides remained in a stalemate.
However…
Celeste felt that would soon change.
Whether that would be a good thing for the humans, she did not know.
What she did know, however…
Was that Alden was out there battling, surrounded by enemies on all sides.
A seed of unease bloomed in her heart.
She felt very uncomfortable just sitting here, protected from the mighty army. Celeste also hated the anxiety and trepidation clashing within her - any second now, Alden could potentially meet his end.
Celeste despised being useless.
