As Kaelen's eyes followed the fierce dance of Kali through the chaos of battle above, he caught a glimpse of something unusual. Amid the gleam of obsidian scales and the flares of golden light reflecting off her wings, a tiny, pulsing spark of crimson appeared intermittently from her back. It crackled like an ember before being swallowed by the storm of motion and shadow.
His breath caught in his chest as realization dawned on him.
"Redhead…"
A smirk flickered across his lips, fleeting but genuine. Relief surged through him; Thane was okay. His friend's Veil of Blood was unmistakable, even from this distance. That crimson spark was both a sign of life and a promise that Thane was fighting with all he had. Kaelen knew that whatever struggle was playing out up there, the two were holding their own against the winged monstrosities.
Good. He'd let them handle the sky.
