Selene- who would be out of fighting condition for a few minutes- was now clinging to his back as her arms were crossed in front of his neck since she'd regained enough strength to no longer be hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
The Heralds ran in tight formation behind him. He could hear their ragged and strained breaths due to the fear of the alliance's overwhelming numbers who would soon be on their tails if they weren't already.
And then… they saw it- a sight that made even Cedric's blood run cold. On top of a massive heap of butchered bodies, five archers stood tall. They watched Cedric and his group from behind their masks, and their bows were already nocked with arrows aimed straight at them. And there, at the base of the corpse pile a figure clad in dark, menacing armor raised a gauntleted hand high in the air.
He recognized them. Ambition and her traitorous team of rangers.
