"Has he gone mad?" Yasmin pondered from the outpost where she stood, watching Xaphxan being forced to etch runes on Rael's skin was nothing short of brutal, but yet it was admirable to her.
It was obvious their situation wasn't the best, as they were being assailed by a wave that even a mid-tier territory would find troublesome, if not dire.
She shifted her attention back to the seeds held in her clasped hands, ignoring the relentless gnawing and clawing at the fences.
She scrutinized the seeds in her palms, which started growing tiny red veins, making a flicker of doubt cross her determined expression. After all, what she was doing was imitating a spell of a certain noble lineage,one that would have led to her being hunted by the said lineage but she never really gave a fuck and had always kept this spell as a trump card.
