In the end, two hours passed. And then four.
After that, Seishan lost track of time. She only noticed that the sun had touched the horizon, and the roaring white expanse of the Weeping Goddess seemed to be painted red by the flaming glow of the sunset.
Or maybe the canyons were simply overflowing blood, since Mordret was now leading two assaults simultaneously — one below the Great Waterfall, and one above it.
He was also conquering the Chained Isles at the same time, as well as waging war against the deepest levels of the Hive in the Glass Hell.
And who knows what else…
"You look tired, Seishan."
An Awakened man wearing a suit of plate armor smiled pleasantly at her from behind the visor of his helmet as his sword rushed toward her heart. Seishan batted the sword away with her forearm and lashed with the other hand. Her fingers tore enchanted metal like paper, ripping the man's throat out.
He died drowning in blood.
