Eamon fled without looking back, and Ethan made no move to give chase.
With a sudden tremor, the Twilight Warspear erupted from the earth in front of Julian. His hand shot out, fingers closing around the polished shaft. In one fluid motion, he pivoted, driving the weapon forward in a long, sweeping thrust. A Windspirit Faction disciple—twisted into a grotesque, vampiric monstrosity—was hurled backward, its body folding under the strike.
Now armed with the weapon, Julian's strength spiked. The three-pronged tip of the Twilight Warspear cut through the warped creatures as if their flesh were nothing more than wet paper, bypassing their once-impenetrable defenses with contemptuous ease.
