The battlefield was chaos. Smoke, steel, and screams came together into a single chorus of death. Fujimori soldiers pressed forward in disciplined lines, but even their order was fraying under the sheer resistance of Quinlan's companions and the assistance of Veil Walker Rynne.
Through the haze, his girls carved a path.
Serika's solar energy-powered punches tore their enemies apart in groups. Seraphiel's magical bow loosed shafts of light. Aurora's enchantments layered over everyone, becoming glimmering barriers that absorbed spear thrusts, explosions, and stray arrows alike.
They were running themselves ragged with their magic getting stretched thin, but they forced their way toward Quinlan, knowing he was in danger.
The first to reach him was Vex. She dropped to her knees beside him, cradling the charred stump of his arm with trembling hands, lifting it from the ground. Her crimson eyes widened as they flared into a feral spark.
