It was almost as if an unspoken rule had suddenly descended upon the battlefield, ordering everyone to stop and witness what was about to happen.
But that wasn't the reason.
The Outsiders had already captured Aetherus within their spell, so the sudden lack of combat was beneficial to them. Morticai's fall was unfortunate, but he had never truly been their friend.
He had been an associate.
And if he could not take care of himself, then he had only himself to blame.
"Emilia."
Xander called her name when he recognized his wife.
She had appeared out of nowhere.
She had not been assigned to this battlefield.
She wasn't even supposed to be here.
Emilia floated in the air for a moment before flying toward Damon.
Her hands were shaking.
She raised them toward him, her fingers trembling as tears filled her eyes.
"I... I know what you did. How could you?"
