Eldran had begun descending the moment Valric was caught by the fox tails.
The bloodred armor writhed against his body, swelling and contracting between the plates. He carried his spear behind his back, its bloodred threads slowly shifting across the surface. With every breath he took, a dark glow passed over the spearhead.
Seraphine rose to meet him.
Dense Primordial Death Energy gathered in her palm. The black energy constantly changed shape, first forming a blade, then dissolving into mist before finally compressing into a stable sphere.
Eldran's gaze snapped to it.
For the first time, the eyes beneath his armor held something other than murderous intent. A brief flicker of anticipation surfaced, only to be smothered by bloodred light.
He looked up at Seraphine, the muscles of his face rigid with tension.
"You…"
That was as far as he got before Seraphine attacked.
