"What are you doing here?" Aerinwyn's cold gaze didn't bother landing on Cyril—instead it pinned itself directly on Kendel.
"I had something to settle with Cyril," Kendel replied.
"So you escaped after all," Aerinwyn replied, her expression hardening into contempt. "A traitorous, despicable little insect like you… did you decide to team up with another traitorous piece of filth like Cyril?"
Kendel let out a faint breath, unamused. "Do we seriously look like allies to you?"
Aerinwyn stared at him for a long, heavy moment. Then she stretched out her hand, and with a muted shimmer an ornate green blade materialized in her grasp.
"Not that it matters," she said. "You're both dying here."
-BOOOM!!
Her mana erupted outward in a violent shockwave, the air distorting around her.
"What an annoying woman," Cyril muttered with a smirk. But the moment he sensed killing intent behind him, he pivoted and swung his sword.
Kendel's blade—Alvara's—came crashing toward him in a savage arc.
