Faith's fingers tightened instinctively, blood gathering once more at her palms as she prepared to attack him again, anger and pride urging her to break free and strike down this mysterious man who dared to bind her and drag her from the hall.
The crimson energy trembled around her wrists, pressing against the restraints Cain had placed, and for a brief second she was ready to unleash another flurry of blades at his back.
Then she truly looked.
Her breath caught in her throat.
The open grassy space was a battlefield without clear sides. Moonshade soldiers were grappling with their own kin, forcing them to the ground, pinning their arms, dodging savage claws that tore through stone as if it were wet soil.
