The Bloodscion ordered them to give those fighting space. "We will only be a distraction. This is not something we can involve ourselves." She clutched the necklace around her delicate neck. It stung, especially now that an Heirloom, a fancy way of naming a collar was reducing her power.
She couldn't help her people. Just like she couldn't help her son but now with him back. She'll do anything to protect him. She also couldn't help but notice the change in him.
The Kyrexiel she knew was a coward with a broken will. He won't even look you in the eyes. But now, he's different. His experiences from the Reckoning Sanctum and after must have changed him.
They watched the four fight. It should have been a easy fight, three to one. But it wasn't. The guardian kept them away from itself with its lighting fast longsword.
